LILA'S POV 

The cold water hits my skin like a slap, however it's not enough Compre to the ache in my chest. I blink, everything pausing for a beat as reality crashes down on me.

I grip the sink with both hands, knuckles white, watching the water swirl down the drain as I scrub at my neck, again and again. Like I can wash away what just happened. Like I can erase him.

I blink twice, silently begging this to be a dream. But it's not. It's real.

So fucking real more real than the icy water dripping down my face.

I can still feel his fingers on my neck,...