Levina tossed in her empty bed for the hundredth time. She could not sleep; the event from earlier replayed in her mind like a broken record. Maybe she should have kissed him instead of scurrying away the way she did.
Maybe if she had kissed him, she would not be as restless as she was now. She brushed the tip of her fingers along her lips; she had kissed him before. Tasted the warmth of his lips unabashedly, so why did she run away?
Regret crept up from the pit of her stomach and spread quickly like a stubborn rash. She should have kissed him.
Her eyes flickered closed as the memory of the sound of his hearty laughter filled her ears. He had laughed as she ran.
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