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I heard the door open when I was sitting in the shower. The tub curved either side of my knees, which were tucked into myself, providing a rest for my chin, and water cascaded down my spine and through the tangles of my hair. She sat down next to me, unknowingly mimicking my position on the cold bathroom tiles. The sheer curtain provided a barrier between us, yet the type of material allowed the soft outline of her shape to be visible, tricking me into thinking that she was actually just my shadow, and I was just imagining her presence. I traced the blemishes on my arms as listened to the silence that we were creating. The constant rhythm of water drumming into my body remained consistant as our creation echoed through the warm, thick air. Our words had always been meaningless, as our similarities provided us with a minimalistic need for sentences, so we concluded far earlier than this moment that they were worthless. Two peas, one in a pod, one not. We weren't alone, yet our lack of need to stimulate any sense of companionship confirmed our inability to ever escape ourselves. "Stop kidding yourself," she spoke aloud, her sharp pitch piercing the droplets on my skin, red raw with heat. I smiled, reached up, and turned off the shower.