I needed a shower. And to cry. Or both. I walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower to the highest heat it could go, removed what I was previously wearing and got in. I washed my face, erasing the kiss as much as I could. I did this over and over again until my face was red and burning. Next was my legs. My stvpid legs for walking to his room, into their rooms, letting them do whatever they wanted. I was so stvpid. I couldn't contain the feeling of hurt I had. My sobs tuned everything out, even for just a moment. "Viv, what happened?" Chelsea asked with concern. "Nothing." I replied. "I'm not stvpid. Something obviously happened. Victor is in a slump too. Did something happen between you two?" Chelsea asked. I tried my best to ignore the horrible feeling I got when she said 'between you two'. "I'm fine. Nothing happened." "I'm just taking a shower." "Viv, no one takes a shower at four in the morning." "Viv. Vivianne. I've known you for so long. This isn't the first time you've done this. Just tell me what's wrong." "He kissed me." I replied. My chest was too tight and it hurt to breathe. I turned off the shower and wrapped my towel around me, and was covered around in a warm embrace that's filled with nothing but care.
short but not sweet
