AMELIA
I'm still staring at my reflection when I hear the door of the airport restroom being opened. I see a woman who must be 80 walk in, and I close my eyes, trying to control myself.
Furthermore, I open my eyes quickly when I hear the sound of lots of things falling to the floor. I turn around to see that everything in the woman's bag has fallen to the floor, and she seems to be struggling to bend down to pick it up.
I quickly bend down to help her, and I raise my head, and I can smell her blood. Likewise, I don't want to think about it, but I think about how easy it would be to do this to her in this bathroom.
She's a human and innocent person, Amelia...
I keep repeating this phrase to myself, and I see that the woman is looking at me with a gentle smile on her lips.
"Thank you v
