CHAPTER 109: All You Need Is Your Best Friend
The weight of Julia's hug was a grounding force, anchoring me in the storm of emotions that threatened to pull me under. After a moment, she pulled back, her eyes filled with a quiet concern.
"Alright, listen," she said gently, her voice a soothing balm. "You look like you could use a shower. How about you freshen up while I whip us up some breakfast? You must be starving."
I nodded mutely, my throat still constricted with unshed tears. The thought of food repulsed me, but the idea of facing myself in the mirror, of confronting the mess I was sure I looked like, was even more daunting.
With a mumbled thank you, I stumbled towards the bathroom, exhaustion finally catching up to me. The hot spray of the shower felt like a baptism, washing away the grime of the previous night's events but leaving the raw ache of guilt and confusion etched on my soul.