I slowly turned my back away from him. I shut my eyes tight.

One, two, three…

I counted my steps as I walked. I feel light headed, as if I’m stepping on eggshells.

“Goodnight,” he called out.

I paused. Clenched my fists.

Fought the urge to turn around.

My heart thumped with a deafening cry that seems to threaten my ribcage. My legs shook, that seem to give way any moment under the weight of my entire being.

I cannot turn back. I cannot.

I continued walking.

Those steps were the hardest steps I have walked in my life.