Eve sat in the bathtub.
Her wig hanging on a hook behind the door, she hugged her knees and propped her chin on them. The water had turned into an opaque white color while the scent of lavender floated in the air. Time and space drifted as quietly and as stagnant as she did.
She had moved lifelessly the moment she stepped into the apartment. A moment of seclusion and silence was what she craved. Her legs led her straight for the bathroom. Grabbing the loofa, she scrubbed her skin clean—coloring it red from the immense force she used.
Her makeup remained intact despite the water that splattered on her face.
She took a deep breath and held it in, letting her muscles relax.
'Ambryan came in with me, right?' Eve wondered. The thought brought her back to her senses. It wouldn't be good to keep him waiting. She stood up and grabbed the towel. Her eyes landed on the wig.
… … … she froze.
This chapter isn't probably what you had expected but I liked seeing how gentle Ambee is here versus how he acted in the last two chapters. Also would like to point out that comfortable silence is so underrated sometimes T.T
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