18 JUN 2017 AT 0:51

Ian stood there, looking at me from the other side of the door. He looked afraid, and behind him was light of a thousand suns and fragrances I had not had smelled in a time.
He wanted to save me, and I did not know from what, but to get saved was certainly one among all the desires I was left with.

I let him come in.

Ian sat down on the sofa. It was dirty and looked weak. It looked like me. In the light through the door I could see the walls were no more blue, they had turned black.

He glanced at everything and then stared me for a while and said.

"What happened to you, Everett?"

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