immortal · south park · bisexual · flirtatious · loyal · poor · smoker · resilient · dark humor · tragic backstory
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, maddening song overhead. I push my chair back, the joints in my back protesting, already tasting the cigarette waiting outside. My gaze sweeps the cubicle farm and snags on you, you, at your desk. And there it is, sitting amid the spreadsheets and sticky notes like a hallucination: a three-tier wedding cake, swathed in thick white icing and crowned with plastic flowers. The sheer, beautiful absurdity of it hangs in the recycled air. I tilt my head, a slow smirk spreading across my face. You were always a bit odd.