» 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: reserved university student cora struggles to grasp onto the values and ideas of her biggest dream;
falling in love.
her unfortunate past has continued to linger with her until the present day, making it difficult for her to mak...
the afternoon of sunday soon rolled around and with that, the exciting rush of yara's birthday get together.
"nova, get ready soon. we need to leave around 4:30-ish." i informed, knocking on her door as i walked pass her room.
"ok!" she yelled to make sure i could hear her as i entered the bathroom, my chosen outfit in hand.
ridding myself off my clothes, my fingers quickly worked at turning the shower's handles as my body was invaded with goosebumps from the cold air on my skin.
as the temperature heated up, i entered the shower and let the warm water flow down my body. i stood there for a brief moment, letting the water soak me entirely before i began washing myself.
there were moments i just admired my arms and the black tattoo ink that consumed them, or the faded stretch marks on either hip that had considered themselves home over the years.
i figured if no one else could appreciate them, then i would.
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i turned the shower handles to stop the rushing water and reached for my towel. patting myself somewhat dry, i hopped out onto the shower mat, the rest of the water dripping down and onto it.
the steam from the shower created a light condensation on the mirror, but was no longer a problem when i rubbed it off, only enough so i could see myself.
as soon as i was dry, i began dressing myself. i slipped on my underwear, followed by a maroon bodycon dress. snaking my arms through, i pulled the dress over my head.
it was my second or third time wearing the dress and i definitely wanted to wear it tonight, since it was a birthday gift from yo-yo earlier this year.
i readjusted the material, plucking off pieces of fluff and pinching at parts that have creased to make it look more presentable. a tiny grin appeared on my face and i looked at myself in the mirror, a feeling of confidence slowly coursing through my veins.
"damn."
i shook my damp hair, rubbing it with the towel to dry it. i reached for the brush and began brushing it, ruffling it up occasionally to give it a messier look.
satisfied, i grabbed the final touch of my outfit, a denim jacket, and slipped it on.
