The water pelts my back, washing off the grime and dirt. Washing off any thoughts of you. It cleanses my skin, but also my mind. I am free of any lingering memory or reminder of what we had.
But at the same time, it scalds me. It burns my exposed skin, clogging up my lungs with impermeable steam, blinding me and stopping my heart. The droplets turn to rivulets and the rivulets turn to tears, cascading down my body.
It feels like your fingers did, tracing patterns and lines down my spine, fingertips light as a feather. And all of a sudden I can't breathe. Overwhelmed by the thought of not having you here, next to me, holding me tight.
And in that moment, as I stand with the water dripping off my fingers and running down my body, I realise, that I need you now more than ever.
I need you beside me.
I need you.
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Journal Entries
Short StoryThoughts and ramblings from my journal that I occasionally seem worthy enough to share with you lovely people
