What are you doing?
Mauve scolded herself but still, she did not stop running. She was fleeing from the situation as she didn't know what to do, didn't know how to react and it was just a little embarrassing to remain there.
She got to the library door and pulled it open. She fled down the hall without hesitation, rushing down the stairs, even the fear of tripping didn't make her slow down. She held onto the railings to avoid an accident.
It wasn't until she got inside her room that she stopped running. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it as she tried to regulate her breathing. Her chest was heaving and it took a while to calm down.
When she had calmed down enough, she climbed into her bed and closed her eyes. She touched her lips as the memory flooded her mind. His lips had been a mixture of cold and warm against hers.
