Sitting here. Wondering what I’m gonna do. How could she? How could he? Why? WHY? All the while Piper’s hand on my back to soothe me. To calm me but it’s doing everything but. I’ve all but bit her head off, and even did that too, to get her to leave me alone since we found Sherry and Cain together last night. She’s followed me around, consoled me, spoken reassurances in my mind, rubbed my back constantly. I should be thankful that someone is willing to try to make me feel better but I’m not. Anyone but her maybe but I’m tired of telling her to go away so I just sit, tolerate her and try to process what’s going on. It must be the body. This human body because literally, the memory of them together will not leave my brain. Even when I physically force it out and try to think of something else, it remains and lets no other thing in. Cain had Sherry pressed against the wall, the crook of her knee hugged around his palm, her leg wrapped around his waist.
