Chapter 93

As I entered the apartment, I immediately headed towards the bathroom, taking off everything I was wearing. I can still feel his scent lingering on my skin, and the last thing I want is to have his smell on my body.

I scrub myself over and over, almost scraping my skin, as if this could erase the traces of what we did yesterday. But when I see the marks that remain and won't go away, it becomes impossible not to cry.

I despise myself for what I did to Charles, for what I did to myself. Being strong all this time, only to end up like this.

I haven't even checked my cell phone; I'm terrified of seeing a message or a call from Charles and having to respond. I don't know if I'll be able to confess what happened, let alone if I'll be able to face him after this.

I berate myself for what happened, over and over again. I cry for hours on end and refuse to answer the phone, which has rung several times.

When I look out the window, I notice that it's night already, and I haven't eaten anything