Sensing a change in the kiss, Vince pulled back, his eyes burning bright with the passion we had just shared, the flecks having altered once again from silver to an orangey brown, asked, "What's wrong?"
I couldn't speak, and regardless of our intimate position, I somehow disentangled my limbs and silently moved away from Vince. As far away as I could get. Physically I went to my room, feeling like weights were attached to my legs making me move with the utmost lethargy, locking the door behind me. My thoughts however, were even further away, I'm couldn't make out the emotion that I was feeling right now. I had felt almost euphoric for some reason when we first kissed, but now I was feeling dismally aware of my insecurities and the insignificance of the person that was me. I had somehow, inexplicably fallen for my worst nightmare, but I couldn't admit how I felt, even to myself.