Mercy
Mercy had stood in the shower for a really long time, not sure why she wanted to keep the water running over her body. It wasn’t as if she felt dirty, but she did feel guilty. She wasn’t sure why she felt that way either. They were two adults. They had been with one another consensually. So why in the world did she feel bad?
Mercy got out, dried off, and got dressed. She still had the towel wrapped around her body when her reflection in the mirror caught her attention. Her hair was starting to grow out more and more each day, and she could see her roots. The odd black color was also starting to fade away. She tipped her head forward and pulled on her hair a bit, trying to look more at her real hair. Why had someone tried to hide it? Had that someone been her?
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