“Yeah, I’m fi ne. Just carelessly, a little shampoo got into my eyes. But no worries. They don’t hurt now.” Mei explained with ease, but her heart hurt more each time a word was said.
A doubtful silence weighed more heavily than any could bear. It was, in a moment, shattered by the rumbles of water running down Mei’s throat. The incompatibility of the sound and the silence was as miserable as a gaping wound. Luckily, neither pushed her further.