Secondhand Memories::

part 20: white christmas

Chapter 321


Before long I found myself wandering down the halls of the hospital.
Here nothing ever changes.

The train station. The hospital. They never change.

There was a sense of comfort in this though.
Nothing is unpredictable, nothing out of the ordinary.
Just the same old, same old.

I felt like an intruder on this neverchanging peace.
My dirty feet stained the white floors and the white walls.
Like muddy footsteps.