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𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙚groans as she feels the water meet her skin. Taking a step further into the water, she relishes in the steaming hot water—gliding her fingers through her hair.
Taking the shampoo they gave her, she lathers her hair gently, scratching circles into her scalp. A soft sigh leaves her lips as the stress flies out of her body.
Taking as long as she wants to, the small brunette stretches out her shower time, slowly bathing herself—Blood, dirt, and sweat all going down the drain. The other glader's same exhales of relief sound through the showers as the small girl continues scrubbing herself clean.
Ten minutes pass as Blake suddenly realizes it has been a while, so she turns the knob to her shower off.
𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚.
𝘐𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵.
Poking her head out of the shower curtain and taking a look around, seeing—No one.
Reaching for her clothes as she pulls her hand back into the shower, the small brunette's eyebrows furrow in confusion—noticing her shirt is gone.
𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳—𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦...
Poking her head out of the curtain once more, Blake's emerald orbs scan over the bathroom.
Letting a huff escape her lips, the girl stares blankly at the floor in front of her, contemplating what she should do.
𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵.
Suddenly, a voice echoes throughout the bathroom, snapping the girl out of her thoughts.
"Looking for this?" Thomas grins cheekily as he holds up her shirt with his index finger. Annoyed emerald orbs narrow at the boy, who is slowly walking closer.
