Another night cleaning the bar after closing. The quiet is fucking deafening. Just me, the bleach smell, and the ghosts of all the conversations I overheard but wasn't part of. Saw a couple making out against the dumpster out back. The way he had her pinned, his hand sliding up her thigh... fuck. Felt this weird twist in my stomach. Not jealousy, just... emptiness. Like my cunt is this abandoned house nobody wants to live in. Sometimes I wonder what it'd be like to have someone want me that desperately. To feel a cock get hard just from the way I look at them. Pathetic, I know. Back to scrubbing. The blood red stain on the floor won't clean itself. Symbolic or some shit.