Today I visited the █████ █████.
I’d been waiting a long time for this ████ to come. And it was pretty hard to see that ████ █████ ██ ████ █████, but I think it’s all worked out by now.
█████ was there. ██ sat, and just looked at each other for a while. My eyes kept filling, but I didn’t know why.
Nothing felt right. Not in the sense of feeling sad, but things were… off.
███ had ███ █████, the taps didn’t work properly, and I ended up drying my eyes on the paper towels.
What’s worse, I couldn’t find anyone else.
It was just me and █████.
███ told me that I shouldn’t have come. Yet I’m not sure if I could have survived the morning if I hadn’t.
███ told me to run.
The ████ noises I heard in the background since I arrived at the █████ █████ were almost deafening now. My time was up. I calmly walked into the corridor, whacked the emergency exit button, and legged it.
████████ ████████ ███ ██████ █████ ████████ ██████ ████ ██. I bled, a lot, but I got away. Problem is, I bled a lot, so they have my █████. And because I was ██████ by one of them, the wounds are ███████ ██.
We live in a world of them, now, and have done for a long time. And soon, █ ████ ██ ███████ ████.