And then she stood there, under the shower, the scalding hot water cascading over her body. She tried to scrub off that layer of skin that he knew so well and had spent hours exploring, tasting. She ran her fingers over the tattoo that they had gotten together. And then, over the scars– some that were just deep enough to hurt, and others that had made an impression on her for life. Some things can never be forgotten.
She had thought about drowning in the bath tub, wearing her wedding dress- veil and all; and she had even made up her mind about it, but its never that satisfying.
After she turned off the water, she decided that he just wasn’t worth the trouble.
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