89 Water's Dance

The night before her anticipated discharge, Lia stood alone in the bathroom, gazing at her reflection in the mirror. The scars of the accident were still visible, and Lia couldn't help but feel a pang of self-consciousness. Her bruised lip, the remnants of the accident, and her hair, resembling a damaged donkey's tail, were stark reminders of the ordeal she had been through. Lia sighed, her fingers tracing the lines of the bruise on her lip. A wave of sadness washed over her as she thought about how her appearance had changed. In the quiet of the bathroom, she questioned why Damon continued to love her despite what she considered a less-than-ideal reflection. Lia (whispering to herself): "How can he look at me and still see the woman he loves?" Her body ached from the effort of the day, but she knew a soothing shower might alleviate some of the pain. With a resigned nod, she decided to focus on the practicalities rather than the reflection that stared back at her. Lia (mutt