Elena allowed the tap to run continuously, the sound of flowing water filling the room. Her trembling hands tirelessly cupped water, rubbing her lips with an intensity that mirrored her desperation.
The pallor of her lips betrayed the absence of the vibrant lipstick she had applied earlier. No matter how vigorously she tried to cleanse them, she couldn't shake off the feeling of contamination.
Tears streamed down Elena's face, blending with the cascading water from the tap. The persistent sensation of dirty haunted her, a stain she couldn't wash away no matter how fervently she tried.
The bar of soap became a makeshift remedy in her hands, as she scrubbed her lips in a frantic attempt to rid herself of Weiyang's lingering touch. Yet, the elusive cleanliness she sought remained out of reach.
Driven by a mounting desperation, Elena sought alternatives. The toothbrush became her next weapon against the remnants of Weiyang's kiss.
