The red spread through the water. The bubbles floating with a sensual sense of disaster. The thick liquid floating on the water hiding me from all the emotions. Faded images passed by with the time. The plug was removed clearing out the bath bomb and my mind with it. I stepped out onto the mat, and immediately crashed, the memories rushed into my mind and my head hit the cold hard ground. I stared at the tiled floor stained with my memories of our showers together and our first fight.

Minutes passed, or was it hours or seconds? His arms pulled me up. Seeing his face after six whole months felt better than heaven. His cheekbones were more visible now and that tiny scar on his cheek made my heart burn. His lips still looked like they were perfectly made for mine. I leaned in so I could taste his sweet lips.

“Not now...”