Chapter thirty eight.

May was sitting on a stool, letting the drops of water, from the shower, to fall on her hair and down her shoulders. Soaking her clothes and making it hug her body. Her eyes were transfixed on the floor and he couldn't tell if she was crying or if it was just the water.

Iby stood by the door and watched her wordlessly. He didn't know what he was to say.

"There is fire. Fire, Iby." She started. Her voice, almost in a whisper.

He didn't know which surprised him. If it was the fact that she had noticed him enter the bathroom and decided to pretend she hadn't or what she had just said.

He looked around, confusion marred on his face. "Fire? Where?" he asked.

She laughed cynically. "You don't get it do you? There is fire in my head, burning in my soul, in my heart. It's burning.. It's destroying everything. I hardly have control over it."

"What are you saying?" He asked with wid