When I arrived at home , I putted my bag where I usually put it.I was exhausted I needed a shower to steam off the sweat.I trudged to the shower, exhaustion seeping into every pore. As the warm water cascaded down, I felt the sweat and stress of the day melt away. But as I stood there, the water pounding against my skin, I realized how eerily quiet the house was without my grandma's presence. The silence was deafening.
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, and I let out a sob. The sound echoed off the shower walls, a mournful cry that seemed to come from the depths of my soul. I slid down the shower wall, the cold tile a stark contrast to the warmth of the water. I wrapped my arms around my knees, feeling the water drum against my skin as I cried.
The tears flowed like the shower water, a relentless torrent of grief, loneliness, and frustration. I cried for the harsh words Mr. Johnson hurled at me, for the embarrassment, for the recklessness that led to it all. My body shook with sobs, my lungs burning from the force of my cries.
Finally, the tears subsided, leaving me feeling drained and empty. I emerged from the shower, the cool air a shock to my skin. I dried myself mechanically, the towel a rough scrape against my skin. I applied lotion, the scent of vanilla and coconut a faint comfort. I collapsed into bed, too exhausted to eat, too spent to do anything but surrender to sleep.
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BOUND BY FATE
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