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The cold water cascaded down my back in rivulets and I threw my head backwards, resting my palm on the shower cubicle with my eyes fluttered shut as it soothed my stiffened nerves, causing a sense of comfort to wash over me after the shitty day I had.
As the memories resurfaced, my muscles locked and my lips were set in a thin line, my blood nearly boiling over. I was so tempted to drive my fist into the cubicle that was made of glass, but I refrained, a scoff exiting my lips.
I turned off the shower and stepped out of the cubicle with water droplets smearing the tiled floor. I snatched a towel from the rack and tied it loosely around my body before stepping out of the bathroom. I dried my body and fished out a pair of black sweatpants and a vest, throwing it on, and exiting the cl
