Chapter 34-2

Gulping loudly while trying to simultaneously take a large breath, sweat was practically dripping down my face as I leaned over the sink with pieces of my hair sticking to the nape of my neck and my forehead. I once again turned on the faucet and began splashing my face with cold water in an attempt to cool myself down. It worked, but I couldn't stay away from the water for more than a few minutes before the fever came back at full force. It had been months since Charles and I confessed, and ever since he wasn't in the habit of letting me forget. It wasn't anything big, just little things like the fresh-flowers he'd get me ever week; which now had a permanent spot in the little art room he made for me a few weeks back. I remember coming home one day to find a very excited Charles smiling like the Cheshire cat while covered in paint and plaster. I was freaked out at first since the paint was red and resembled blood, however the fact he was smiling even heighten