Novel & Cerita Washes Over Me

The low, relentless thump-thump-thump of the celebration outside was bleeding through the floorboards. I walked over to the wooden washbasin and plunged my hands into the freezing water. I splashed it over my face, my neck, and my chest, scrubbing my skin until it turned a raw, blotchy red. I wanted Torin’s pathetic, panicked sweat off me. I wanted the smell of his cheap lavender oil completely gone.

I stepped into the warm, welcoming embrace of the shower, letting the hot water cascade over me, washing away the residue of the past. With each drop that caressed my skin, I felt a little bit closer to cleansing myself of the darkness that had crept into my life. I scrubbed away the memories, the doubts, and the self-loathing that had haunted me. As I stood there, the steam rising around me, I tried to wash away the stain on my soul, even if just for a moment. It was a futile effort, I knew. Some stains ran too deep to ever be truly removed. But for now, in the soothing cascade of the shower, I could pretend that I was free of them, that I was a blank canvas waiting to be painted with a new

He must have brought me into his quarters, and if I had any life left in me, my heart would surely skip a beat. “I’ll warm you up right away. Just stay with me,” he urges, his distressed voice feeling alien to me. “I got you. I got you.” I got you. He continues to repeat it over and over again while he hurries through his bedroom and enters his bathroom. Without letting go of me, he steps into the shower and activates the stream of the rain shower. I gasp as the hot water hits me, streaming onto my frozen skin, reactivating my nerves again.

I muttered to the empty room, "then so be it." I rose and moved to the wash basin with mechanical precision. The water was shockingly cold against my heated skin as I splashed it over my face and neck. I scrubbed myself methodically, as if I could wash away the shame burning in my veins, then began the careful ritual of transformation.

The warm droplets cascaded over my body, washing away the physical and emotional grime that clung to me. With each passing moment, the tension in my muscles eased, and I felt a renewed sense of energy and purpose. As I reached for the shampoo, my fingers brushed against the scars on my scalp, reminders of the battles I had fought and the strength I had summoned. I let out a deep sigh, releasing the weight of my past, and allowed the water to envelop me in its soothing embrace.

Am I so bad then? I don't give myself time to mull over that question. I sink into the warm water, letting the scent of vanilla envelope me. But one question pierces through the fog clouding my mind. How does he know the exact wash I use?

The hot water was heaven. It poured over me like a blanket, steaming up the mirror and rinsing off the day. I stood under the spray for a long while, just letting it run down my shoulders, washing away the weirdness, The weddings. The werewolves. The bonds. The Ethan. The Liam. The Mysterious agencies and all the bullshit that was part of my life at that moment. I didn’t sign up for any of it, and yet here I was, scrubbing conditioner through my hair like that would wash off everything I’d been dragged into.

I groan as I am once again overcome with that ghastly churning sensation as we become water. I thought by now I’d get used to water teleportation, but I think as long as I’m a visum, it will continue to be the newest bane of my existence. Perhaps I can request Sebastian make a wish, so I stop feeling like I’ve been put through the rinse cycle in the washing machine. Need to remind this man that I am dry clean only.

Please don't be mad. "I'm not blaming you. In fact, I'm happy for you. It's far too lonely to be by yourself in this world. Finding someone you love and spending your life together is a blessing. "Jess, I don't know why, but every time I give you my blessings, you don't believe me. You always think I'm still hung up on you, that my blessings are fake, that I'm lying, or that I have ulterior motives. But that's not true.

The hot water gushed over my shoulders, but it couldn't wash away the stinging clarity that settled over me. I stood frozen under the stream, watching the remnants of his release swirl down the drain, rinsing off my skin until every physical trace of him was gone. I bathed properly this time, scrubbing my body with a mechanical numbness before turning off the valve and stepping out of the glass enclosure. Wrapping a plush white towel tightly around my chest, I walked out into the bedroom, feeling a heavy, suffocating wave of defeat wash over me.