Phoebe
I lay in bed, the events of the day replaying over and over in my head. I realize how much I’ve messed up. I know Lazarus is a lot to handle, but he just wants me safe. I’ve pushed him over and over, and he finally broke. I was asking for it in a way. I keep playing with fire, and I finally got burned.
Feeling gross from being in that cell, I decide to take a long, hot shower. I scrub my body, trying to wash away the scent and the memories of the cell. The water cascades over me, and I let the heat soothe my aching muscles and my troubled mind. The steam envelopes me, the warmth seeping into every pore, washing away the grime and tension. I close my eyes, letting the water run over my face, imagining it washing away all the mistakes I've made.
Wrapping myself in a towel, I walk o
