and the damage done;
Gen. House; U-Rated; 100words;
It was the pain that forced him down, sitting hunched over and defeated in the bathtub as the spray from the showerhead beat down unrepentantly upon his back; his fingers scrabbling over his thigh as if the contact could heal the damage done. It would have been bearable, the shame dismissible, had it not been for the tears that forced their way out from beneath tightly clenched eyelids, losing themselves in the rivulets of water that ran down his face- yet still, they were there, and he felt their presence all the more keenly. These tears, they tasted of defeat.
[ end. ]
[ written as part of Caspe-Wri-Mo ]