I look up at the dimly lit ceiling of my room and notice the missing presence in the back of my mind.

  I'm finally alone.

  I lean forward and get up. The picture from this morning is hanging right where I put it. A hot sensation trickles down my nose, as I stare at the now empty wall.

  Why did I say all of that to her?

  There isn't any point in getting that close to her. I'm sure he's just as confused as I am, but if that means I can use this to distract him, so be it.

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  But still, I seriously considered giving up on the plan. If it happened once, it could happen again. Even though I know I don't deserve something like that.

  I need to be careful.

  There'd be no point if I just avoid her, but I can't let myself lose focus like that again.

  'If only I hadn't done those things to her...'

  I can't let myself think like that anymore.

  I'm not doing this for myself.

  And this isn't about making things right either.

  I just...

  "It's normal to go out of your way for the person you like...isn't it?"