Elize
I woke up to the sound of the shower, the water falling hard in the small shower stall of the studio apartment. I sat on the bed, still trying to understand where I was and why all of this was happening. My body ached, as if it carried the weight of years in just a few hours, and I felt a hunger that reminded me of how long it had been since my last decent meal. That place, with its cramped walls and strange silence, was not a home. Not for me. Not for him.
I heard the shower stop and, shortly after, the bathroom door opened. He came out, n***d, without any shame. I closed my eyes instantly, refusing to look at him that way. But even with my eyes closed, the image of his body came to my mind, as always. Tall, strong, the most handsome man I'd ever seen. I had always been in love wi
