Thomas' POV
I silently snort to myself as I pour the liquid soap into my hand, not trusting the cloths not to hurt my aching body.
As if I'll ever be okay.
I use the warm water to turn the soap into a foaming lather in my hands before I spread it carefully on my important parts, avoiding my burning torso. I'm only in the shower for a few minutes, just long enough to get clean before I'm turning off the water and reaching for a towel.
I step out, and with my back to the large mirror over the sink, I dry my body off before I put on the clothes that Zack picked out for me.
In no time I'm feeling a little bit better as Zack's calming scent washes over me. I gather up the dirty clothes and throw them in the trash can, not wanting to save them even if I can. I would much rather forget everything that ever happened these last few month. But I know it's impossible and I know that nothing will ever go back to the way it was.
