Seventy Seven

May’s POV

As I let the water run over me, the steam created a thick fog around me as I tried to let the stress of the day wash away with it.

“I’m so tired, I’m aching badly.” I whispered, using my hand to massage my neck.

The hot water was a small comfort, but my mind kept racing; Gary's abrupt demands that I came over to his place, the file I had to bring, the work that awaited, and then Asher, with his soft voice and pleas for a conversation I wasn't sure I wanted to have.

I had been expecting him to call me though, since the last time we spoke in my room, and I had promised him to think about what he said, but he hadn’t. I was grateful though, that he didn’t call, because I wasn’t even ready to talk about it.

I didn’t even think about it like I promised I would, because every time I started to, I would think of all the other bad things that had happened.

Sighing, I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a white clean towel, then I wrapped it around my body. I grabbed around and twis