She stood under the scalding stream, letting the water pelt her frigid body. It should have felt good, warming, soothing. It felt like nothing. Not painful, not soft, not warm, not cold. Nothing. She let the water caress her body for what seemed like an eternity, then stepped out onto the chenille bathmat. After toweling off, she slipped on the new dress that Sam had purchased for her at the boutique shop around the corner. It was beautiful. Little roses, pale yellow and pink, on a backdrop of ivory. It was truly lovely. Her eyes begrudgingly made their way up to her face, and her smile faded away to a tight, thin line. Her skin was ten steps beyond pale, a sickly translucent with shriveled veins showing beneath the surface and capi...
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