After I ran away yesterday, I spent the night at my old house. I couldn’t sleep, not like I’d slept in Zach’s bed but I lay there, curled up and crying until the morning came. I had enough presence of mind to carry a phone in the pocket of my dress and text Tina that I was spending the night at my parents’ house. I did tell her things. But not everything. Not about my stupidity in breaking into his room. Not about what transpired between us. And how I responded. How I became… all turned on and Jesus Christ, wet. I was wet. For Zach.
