I wasn't sure what to do with myself after Cassie called. Had I really done that? What was I thinking? My parents weren't going to be okay with that! Who cares? Wait. Had I really just decided that I cared about Cassie more than my own parents? My stomach churned. I stumbled into the bathroom before retching heavily.

I lay down the rest of the day, drifting in and out of waking. My dad came in and asked if I was okay. I dismissed him, saying I was fine, but he didn't seem completely convinced.

Nonetheless, I was left alone for the next few days.

Saturday came around, and went by quickly. I felt sick again. I found myself wondering if Cassie felt the same way, and if she really wanted to spend the day with me, or just did because she wanted to have a different memory than just a dusk-till-dawn dance a few months before.

Sunday showed up, and again, I was stuck. The minutes seemed to be stuck, and nothing moved. As if I were living in slow motion. I wasn't sure what to do anymore.