6027 | corpse husband ✓

| Chapter 22 |

TW: mentioning of suicide, self-harm and blood

Maybe she should've let him explain all the stuff he had because frankly, Love had no idea where to start.

There was so much hair stuff, she didn't even know half of them existed, so she stuck to the conditioner and shampoo combo, hoping for the best. She felt bad for using his stuff, she knew curly hair products cost a fortune, but at least she still had some showering gel left, so she didn't have to use all of his.

Not that she would mind, it smelled amazing.

And just as she was finally done showering, she realized there was no towel for her.

„Fuck," she banged her head against the shower cabinet in defeat, being mad at herself for not thinking of it earlier. „Hey, Corpse?"

„Yeah?" came the immediate answer from farther away. She heard his steps as he got closer. „Are you okay?"

„I'm fine," she smiled at his question, of course, he got worried. „Where can I find towels?"

„Top cabinet."

She glanced up at the cabinet he was talking about, and it was so high up above the sink she doubted she could ever reach it. Love looked around, searching for something she could step on, and maybe that way she could reach it, but found nothing.

„Can you reach it?" came his question not long after it, now from closer.

„I'll manage," she lied, but her voice sounded more confident than she felt herself be.

„Are you sure?" he sounded unsure.  „I can just grab it for you, or..."

She thought about standing on the counter, that way she surely could reach the towels, but she wasn't planning on dying today, especially not naked. That would be such a shame.

Without any better solution, she stepped on the edge of the showering cabin and stood on her tiptoes, reaching high up towards the cabinet, barely catching herself in the process. This wasn't how she imagined her stayover at a male's house, but here she was doing parkour naked in her best friend's bathroom.

Just as she almost got to open the said cabinet, her still wet feet slipped on the shiny and wet surface of the edge of the cabin, and the world slipped from under her. She let out a yelp as the hard tiles sped towards her like a lightning in the sky, and she had barely enough time to try and soften her fall with her arms.

It still hurt like a bitch to land on.

„Love?!" his voice got higher as panic seeped through his voice, and she didn't even have time to process what just happened, the bathroom door opened.

„Don't come in you bafoon!" she yelled at him as she tried to get up from the floor as fast as she could.

„It sounded like you just died," he said through the small gap he opened. „And did you just call me a bafoon?"

„Yeah," she replied, panic and slight anger still in her tone. „I can't believe you just opened the door on me!"

She twisted her arm to try and get a better look at her forearms and elbow because it stung like hell and she could already tell it was going to bruise.

„I didn't- Listen, you just dropped like a bomb or something."

„I know I look bomb, you don't have to tell me," she rolled her eyes at him. „I'm still naked, you can't come in."

„So you're planning on standing there air-drying yourself?" she could hear how much he tried not to laugh at her.

„Do you have any better idea?" Love threw her hands in the air, waterdrops flying everywhere with every move her head made. It started to get really cold.