The bathroom was dim, with rain splattering against the window hard. Steam curled to the air till the bathroom was foggy, and Zeke stood with his bare shoulders by the mirror, staring at his foggy reflection.
He reached in and wiped the fog off, now staring at his clear reflection. Droplets of water slid down his wet hair to his face, tracing the sharp edges of his face.
He had gripped the edges of the sink, his knuckles whitening but the expression on his face remained null and unbothered.
Or at least, that was what he wanted to see, what he wanted others to see.
He's just splashed his face after bathing for the fourth time, as if the cold water could erase the memories of tonight.
Zeke's jaw twitched subtly.
It didn't matter. It shouldn't matter.
He told himself that again and again, the way he always did.
