The Returning Ex

Upon entering the hotel room, Sophia did not go straight into her room.

Instead, she sat on the couch. “You’re going to use the bathroom, aren’t you? You can go first.”

John looked at her, remained silent, and went to grab his pajamas before entering the bathroom.

The bathroom door was not closed all the way, so if one paid enough attention, one could hear the sound of running water.

While she sat on the couch and was on her phone, some strange images appeared in her head.

Those images were vague before this, but all of a sudden, they were now clear as crystal.

One of them was the image of the naked John standing below the showerhead, and she recalled that he was frightened when he saw her undress upon entering the bathroom.

D*mn it. She had way too much alcohol that day, so she should not be remembering all these details.

Why did everything come back to her now?

Not only that, but she even recalled how John tormented her in bed.

and sighed before putting her hands

to her, but she kept throwing herself

made her shameless, just like that one time before this

buried her face in them. She tried to think of some political theories to replace the

John was done with his shower and came out

the bathroom, she quickly jumped down from the couch

then slammed the bathroom

though the bathroom was still damp, it was

moments before

cold shower, but for health

temperature slightly down and

to forget those images, the more her brain

water landed on her body, she started to recall even more images, including the time she lost

pain, she could not feel anything else, even though

and bodies were

he