I step in to the shower and let the warm water pound against my sullied skin, it doesn’t make me feel clean, it doesn’t wash anything away like I’d hoped.

Standing there, the world stops being so loud and I am finally alone. Last night comes back to me in flashes – the way his hands moved over me, pressing on my collarbone, tightening at my neck; his lips at my ear, just begging me to say his name.

He played me like an instrument and I can still feel the vibrations; an ache he has left me with.

My throat constricts in an unbearable knot and the pressure releases in a sob. I crush my hand against my mouth and curl over in to myself, letting the guilt pour out of me.

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