Ep15

Antiope

I wake up with the sound of the door of Magnus’s room and then the shower running, I glance at the clock at my bedside. 6 o’clock. I slept through most of the day, tossing around, fighting my exhaustion, my guilt, my spleen and the freaking jet lag.

I decide to have a shower as well and get ready for dinner. Which I desperately need. I haven’t eaten anything all day but judging by breakfast, I doubt I’d get a full meal. How the hell does he keep so built?

I enter the shower trying to remain unimpressed by the all-wood bathroom with the window to the lake and the minimalistic aesthetic. This place is really good. Any other girl would love it here. I can’t enjoy it.

I let the spray of water fall down my shoulders as I place my hands on the wooden wall and pretend for the millionth time that I am not going to cry. I inhale deeply and remain unmoving as the place gets filled with steam, the window in the shower fogged exactly as my mind is.

I want out, I want to go back. I want Ce