"Do you want to be with me" sorry I don't know what to say-- as I hold their hand, it ripples it is the rush of anxiety but feels like water combing through my hands as I get shampoo out of my hair; in the shower.
There is a tremble in their breath reminding me of catching droplets of water in the canal of my ear and having to tilt my head for them to drop back into obscurity.
Their smell is fresh an aroma so soothing feeling the clean scent of oranges and apples a flourishing sample I briefly enjoy when I pour a quarter sized dollop of shower gel.
Their eyes are watery while they struggle to hide the parchness of their smile is a somber reflection of hot water running out and not having any heat left to turn towards so the only option is to get out of the shower.
Their words are mumbled, but I can understand "why" trying to hide the shakiness in their hands and breath I can't help but imagine the endorphin's frantically trying to take control; to fight or flight-- A similar feeling I have when rushing to get warm after a cold shower.