The cold droplets of water from the shower allowed me some calm before my thoughts became troubled again.
Tonight, a burden was lifted off my shoulders. It was the weight I didn't realize I was carrying when I decided to let people think Amiel Ross died out of sadness.
The feeling of loneliness gnawing at your very soul made life painful. I was hurting every day after my parent's death.
I'm still hurting even now. But it was lesser, bearable.
Tonight, I reclaimed my identity, casting away the burden it caused, but created additional trouble brewing my way.
I ran my hand through my hair, savoring the cold shower, and imagined standing in the middle of the rain.
"It's close," I mumbled, sputtering water. Right at that moment, I wish for Jace's presence. But that wouldn't be possible.
