EIRA’S POV
It could’ve been my imagination, but the water felt hotter than it usually did.
I realized it faintly, as my thoughts were already slipping away. The sensation of the water on my skin registered as a dull impression. Steam filled the air, curling around the tiled walls, cascading over my skin. I stood underneath the shower, my hands propped against the tiled wall in front of me. My head was bowed, my hair sticking to the back of my neck as I let the water run over me endlessly.
This was what I needed. The moment I left the school building. I hopped into the shower. I was convinced a hot shower would wash all the fatigue away from my bones. My muscles ached, like I had done a strenuous job. My lungs felt like they were working overtime to make me breathe.
I told myself I was
