Apricot Arat

The museum was filled with nonchalant laughter that echoed throughout the entire building, you wanted to scream and tell them to shut the hell up because how could they stare at portrait of a man who got brutally murdered and laugh? You stopped groping the picture and let go, following the wind to your home. But as you walked home, you could hear something behind you. “Hi..” He almost whispered. Freezing, you realized it was him. The man you groped and fondled constantly. “Don’t go..”