In the Bathrom Pt. 5

As the conversation started down the hall and hearing no sign of stopping, Shuichi slid lower onto the floor and brought his knees to his chest. Twin trickles of salt water leaked from his tightly, closed lids and tracked down the soft hills of his cheeks. A trail of mucus inched into the funnel above his lips as he tried to sniff. Salty and grimy. Grabbing the roll of toilet paper, he took one-ply and furiously mopped up the mess on his face only ending up with a pile of mush in his hand. The *advertisement had lied. Shuichi cried louder...he couldn't help himself.

" Stupid Yuki....stupid Shacho..."

* Charmin