The Faded Apartment
The air in the sterile white room smelled of bleach and old coffee, a scent that had long since seeped into the fibers of my skin, becoming a second perfume I could no longer wash away. I stood before the glass partition, my reflection staring back at me with hollow eyes, a ghost in a grey suit that hung loose on my frame. The glass was cold against my fingertips, a barrier that was both...
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