My Addiction.

Running her hands through her messy hair and fixing it,she slipped on the straps, before looking at the mirror to fix the hem of her gown. her heart was still thumping fast as she leaned on the wall to steady her wobbly feet, the butterflies in her stomach had not ceased making her yearn for his touch but she had to push through it.

She grabbed her bag and made her way towards a large lecture hall, she managed to squeeze herself onto a seat. She paused to take a breath in and then rummaged through her bag for her notebook and pen.

She flipped through till she...