Night out
I closed the door to my room and leaned back against it, feeling a mixture of nervous energy and doubt coursing through my veins.
The walls seemed to close in on me, their familiar shapes almost foreign in the dim light. I knew this night out with Nathaniel was a distraction one I wasn't even sure I wanted. But somehow, I had agreed to it.
Sighing, I pushed myself away from the door and crossed the room to the small mirror hanging on the wall. My reflection stared back at me, and I studied the faint dark circles under my eyes, the slight tremor in my hands.
I couldn't remember the last time I had felt this… uncertain. Usually, I knew exactly what I wanted, but tonight was different. Tonight, I was teetering on the edge of something I didn't fully understand.