"He leaves. You take a long shower, try to wash him out, between the fingers, your neck and your bottom lip, you watch it all spin down the drain. You step out, towel off, and for a moment, you think it’s all going to be okay, the worst of it is through. Then the sickening truth: He’s still there, everywhere, it still fucking hurts."
▼ Beau Taplin
|| Long showers.