LUCIAN
I had barely slept when the morning light came through my window. It didn't creep in the way dawn usually did instead It came sharp and immediate, cutting straight through the gap in the curtains like it had somewhere to be. I stared at the ceiling for a moment longer than I should have, then sat up.
There was no point pretending rest was coming.
I moved to the bathroom without rushing and allowing the warm water drift than my bare skin. The warm water helped like it always did.
Cold water was something I had stopped using years ago and never went back to.
The sound of it touching floor, the way it splashed at the edges. Even with the temperature warm and steady, something in my chest would still tighten and sometimes pull me back.
Back to that night my mother's voice had called my name in the way she only did when she was scared but didn't want me to know it.
