One Day Tomorrow| Part 3
Loneliness. That was his life. The man sits in the waiting room. All around him patients and their loved ones either roam the halls of this white concrete building. Or sit idly, their faces sharing the same deep torment, the same unspoken weight of still being alive. It was, depressing. He looked up to where the staff should seat to attend to the people, but found no one, for how long had that desk been empty? But then, who would wish to be there for so long? surrounded by death. Or almost, to be more precise. "Excuse me?" A nurse comes up to him "We are done, you may enter now" The man nods and stands up, walking through the suffocating tight hallway, many doors to each side, the room he is after, at the far end, the last one. He reaches it and enters the white room. Closing t
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