I remember the morning after. I don't quite remember the night before. Or really just hours before. But i remember waking up and not knowing why I wanted to stand in the shower for hours. Letting the hottest setting of water i could handle turn my body a deeper shade of red than your hands left it. I remember wanting to scrub myself so hard, until i left bruises with my own hands, next to the ones yours left. I don't quite remember the morning before, but i will always remember the morning after. this is just something i wrote trying to describe the way i felt. Not the story, because i cant say that part yet.