After I left the table with Matthew and Helene, I instantly ran to the bathroom. I cleaned and washed over and over again as if some bacteria was stuck on me that can’t be seen. I just stop rubbing my hands when I feel Tim’s hand on mine.
I feel like I was so dirty after what I did with Matthew.
Even if I already washed myself a few times, I am still not content with that.
“I still need to wash my hands,” I whispered as Tim’s wiping my hands started to get reddish.
“You’ve already done cleaning and washing your hands. It's clean, and you have some bruises already. I am okay, and you are okay, so don’t feel guilty over something we need to do.” He said and embraced me.
I wish I could do the same to myself. I wish I could easily say that everything is okay.
Even though we were ins
