Coco padded into Zaque's bathroom, her shoulders slouched as she moved on autopilot.
She came to a pause by the tub, staring down at her reflection in the water's surface and saw her hair was a mess of tangled locks, eyes heavy with sleep.
She looked.. Smaller, somehow, standing there in one of Zaque's oversize sleep shirts, vulnerable in a way she never was in the past.
Slowly, Coco reached for the hem of the shirt, but her fingers hesitated, trembling a little.
She doesn't feel like taking a bath, or moving, at all, but to motivate herself, even just for a little, she needed to take the first step and clean herself up.
Coco swallowed hard, forcing her hands to move— peeling the oversized shirt off with stiff fingers.
She didn't know who had changed her clothes for her while she was asleep.. But the thought of it made warmth bloom in her chest despite everything.
She stepped into the tub, letting hot water rise around trembling legs.
