She wipes her face fussily when he finally leaves, blinking the tears from her vision as much as possible.
When she thinks she has a good grip on herself, she carefully makes her way over to the tub, slowly pulling the curtain back and reaching in to turn the shower on.
Hot.
She strips right there, leaning against the wall as she lets all of her clothes fall into a pile at her feet, and carefully climbs in. The water turns her skin pink, and she feels dizzy breathing in the steam with her head already foggy as it is. But she doesn't turn the tap any cooler, neither does she get out.
Nor does she actually bathe.
She eventually ends up on the floor of the tub, knees curled to her chest and forehead pressed to the cool fiberglass, sobbing quietly. She doesn't even move when the water turns lukewarm, and then cold.
It's the most private spot she has in this room, right now.
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When she thinks she has a good grip on herself, she carefully makes her way over to the tub, slowly pulling the curtain back and reaching in to turn the shower on.
Hot.
She strips right there, leaning against the wall as she lets all of her clothes fall into a pile at her feet, and carefully climbs in. The water turns her skin pink, and she feels dizzy breathing in the steam with her head already foggy as it is. But she doesn't turn the tap any cooler, neither does she get out.
Nor does she actually bathe.
She eventually ends up on the floor of the tub, knees curled to her chest and forehead pressed to the cool fiberglass, sobbing quietly. She doesn't even move when the water turns lukewarm, and then cold.
It's the most private spot she has in this room, right now.
She doesn't want to talk.
She doesn't want to think.
She just wants to grieve.