**I need a little help calming my worries in regards to a one night stand I had this weekend**. 

&gt;Me and this lady had been talking to each other for about three or four weeks straight, occasionally mentioning how much we wanted to see each other and overall being markedly in favour of meeting up sometime. Now, I live with my parents (College Student) and that makes this impossibly difficult- my family wouldn’t exactly approve of me bringing someone home that they’d never met or even heard about.   
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&gt;So, whilst brainstorming together, she mentions getting a hotel.   
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&gt;***Frankly?*** I found the idea at once exciting yet also very, very scary. I’d never done anything like that before so when she proposed it I was a bit hesitant to go through with it.   
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&gt;*Nonetheless, a week passes and the hotel was booked…*   
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&gt;We agree to meet at a club where she and a couple of her friends (who I had already met once before) were dancing for a little bit. I go in, greet them all and throwback four Jagerbombs in very quick succession- a rather crude attempt to help my anxiety. *~~This wouldn’t do much until later~~*. After a little bit, she asks me if I want to go to the hotel and I say yes. As we leave I ask her if she wanted to stay in and dance some more to which she shakes her head, we proceed on. We walk back to the hotel, pausing at times to embrace but overall it seems to have been going fine! We go into the hotel, scale the floors via the escalator and the door opens; we practically throw each other inside.  
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&gt;*I’ll save all of the risqué information- but for those among us with a degree of precognition: Yes, the alcohol decided to kick in now.*   
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&gt;This wasn’t as big a problem as some may have thought and we continued doing things for the best part of fifteen-sum minutes… That was until she placed her hands lightly against my chest and asked me to stop.   
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&gt;At the moment of their request I practically threw myself across the room, immediately asking her if she was okay or if she was hurt. She’d confided in me before that she had **PCD** &gt;!(Post Coital Dysphoria)!&lt; so immediately I ran to the assumption that something here was triggering for her. She shook her head and just kept repeating that “I’m sorry, it’s not you… I promise” and we just sort of… stayed there and embraced for a while. I told her not to apologize to me as I genuinely did like her and I know how this sort of stuff can make someone feel. I thought she was pretty cool!   
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&gt;And that was that for a couple of hours. We talked, joked and just sort of hung out for a bit before I went to get some water from the vending machine downstairs. I returned not long afterwards with no water in hand and an immense discomfort in my belly. I’ve always had a weird relationship with stuff like this so I just figured that this was my brain telling me that something was up when in actuality it was nothing. In the room, she’s currently messaging her friend about something.   
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&gt;*She tells me that her friend is currently about to friendzone someone that they know and she says that she has to leave.*   
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&gt;Whilst packing she says *“I’ll probably be back but I’m packing just in case I need to take her home.”* I ask her if she wants me to go with her as it's the early hours of the morning in a capital city, a very dangerous time to go out alone especially in our neighbourhood. She says “*It’d probably be better if I went alone, just because I don’t think she (her friend) can deal with anyone else.”* She swigs back some tap water with her ADHD meds before heading towards the door.  
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&gt;She kisses me a final time and then leaves.  
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&gt;At this point, I’m horrifically tired and slightly woozy, though I held back the urge to sleep simply because I was under the impression I’d have to open the door for them later on. I sent them about five, very small texts over the course of an hour just checking if they found their friend or what the game-plan was.   
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&gt;Zip, Zilch, Nada. Nothing back. That anticipation quickly turned into fear.  
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&gt; How could I have let her go alone? What was I thinking? What if she didn’t get to the club? Did I upset her?   
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&gt;...So in a moment of alcohol filled bravado, I threw my coat on and ventured onwards to town. I arrived at the club that we originally went to and there I saw her and her friends, just hanging out as normal.   
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&gt;No sign of any real problem. Here is where the major sense of regret comes from: I approached them, she looked at me and then walked away with all of her friends in tow.  
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&gt;***Genuinely, I thought my heart was going to explode.***  
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&gt;Her friend thankfully came out and talked to me, just telling me how it would be a good idea to *“Move on and find someone new,” “They’ve got their problems that they’re dealing with and a relationship isn’t a good idea,”* and *“Wait for her to message you.”*   
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&gt;With nothing more said, I made my way back to the hotel where I immediately fell asleep. 

I’ve tried my darnedest to include every little bit of information that I could muster and anything that may have been left out was done so for the sake of clarity. It's been about three days since we were together and I've gone out of my way to remove them from my surroundings as best I could.

Still though, I feel as if I've done something wrong and I'm not sure they'll ever get around to telling me. They're acting as usual on Instagram and I also don't think they realize how much they hurt me with just throwing me away like that. 

I'm medicated for Depression and Depression (Sertraline 50mg) but still find it impossibly difficult dealing with all of these feelings stuck in my chest. I want to give them all the room they need but simultaneously I think I need to hear that I haven't hurt them just to ease the worry.

Tell me folks, what should I do here?