The man sighed and let himself into Ophelia’s dark room. He and Ophelia painted the walls blue two weeks ago while they talking and laughing. But now, the walls looked sickly gray.
The architect who built this apartment complex must’ve truly been mad for placing the window at such an irrational location.
The rays looked like thin ladders connecting the earth to the heavens, with glowing rungs where angels can climb or descend.
They didn’t say anything to each other for the longest time.
After an eternity, the man cleared his throat. I finally got that position I was hoping for. Looks like the big guy finally noticed my hard work.”
The man noticed that the roses he gave Ophelia [B]are[B] all dead, except for one that was practically just a stem...