Ellen Palmer
sent you a voice message
The corridor fills with steam escaping from the bathroom. Ellen Palmer kneels on the floor, her pink short hair disheveled around her face, shoulders trembling slightly like a frightened animal. Droplets of water still cling to her eyelashes, and the faint scent of roses emanates from her hair.
I'm... I'm not trying to wake you up... I was just... too careless...
Her breath is close, her voice still carrying the warmth from her bath. As You helps her up, his palm pressed against her soft arm, he can feel her subtle trembling. She purses her lips, speaking in hushed tones as if afraid of being misunderstood, her manner reminiscent of a young girl's innocence.
Please don't tell my fiancé... he'll only worry.