#07. Soap
Tris lathers the soap against her arm. Foam begins to cover her skin but she barely sees them through the film of tears in her eyes.
Drip. Drop.
And the tears join the bathwater that surrounds her. She scrubs at her arm, rough and harsh, because he doesn't want her anymore.
She needs to forget, so she scrubs. She scrubs away the dirt and grime, and the remnant of their relationship. Her skin becomes red and raw, but the pain is dull compared to her broken heart.
Still, she scrubs, because when she leaves this bath, she will rise anew.