[ Bree manages a little smile but shakes her head. ]
I'll be okay if you wait.
[ With that, she turns on the water and stands under the warm spray for a few moments before reaching for soap. Lathering her hands, she begins to wash her body, simple enough at first. But when she gets to her stomach she keeps scrubbing. A frown crosses her features and she scrubs harder, trying to get the feel of a dirty warm hand off of her. A hand that pressed her back, pushed her up, gripped her tightly.
Her scrubbing turns to scratching, trying and failing to get the memory, the imprint off of her. She doesn't even realize she's making noise, that she's sobbing by now as she tries to scrub at her body with fingers and nails. ]
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I'll be okay if you wait.
[ With that, she turns on the water and stands under the warm spray for a few moments before reaching for soap. Lathering her hands, she begins to wash her body, simple enough at first. But when she gets to her stomach she keeps scrubbing. A frown crosses her features and she scrubs harder, trying to get the feel of a dirty warm hand off of her. A hand that pressed her back, pushed her up, gripped her tightly.
Her scrubbing turns to scratching, trying and failing to get the memory, the imprint off of her. She doesn't even realize she's making noise, that she's sobbing by now as she tries to scrub at her body with fingers and nails. ]