When Angel lifted her head up again, and saw her reflection in the mirror, a tear rolled down her eye.
"What is wrong with you?" She questioned, as her body vibrated.
Sniffling, she began to rinse off. Her eyes spotted a toothpaste, and she applied a gracious amount into her mouth.
She rinsed off the stench, and washed off her face next.
Cleaning out every other evidence of her shame, she rested her back against the wall, and just waited for her heart to stop beating so damn fast.
The after effect was yet to hit as hard as it usually did.
It would come eventually, and she would feel more guilt and shame.
Guilt for wasting the efforts of the person that provided the food, and shame because she wasn't normal.
No normal person would ever do what she just did.
She wasn't normal, and it broke her heart every time she had to admit it to herself.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered.
