The toilet sat alone in the bathroom with all the other toilets. Although there were so many of her kind around her, she was always alone. She was a new toilet, and the older toilets were already friends with each other, sharing water and flush tactics; they had no need for another friend, and so toilet found herself lonely. What made the other toilets despise her perhaps more was that, because of her shiny appearance, she had more people sit on her. This resulted in tension and jealousy between all the toilets. Soon she had been used so much that she was no longer shiny, her flush was no longer flawless, and the water sprayed everywhere.
She sat alone with NOONE to sit on her for many days, until finally a human arrived, holding a device with a small yellow ghost flashing on the screen. As I watched from my handle, they took a photo of me and the cubicle, and in that moment I felt a rush of completeness. I had found someone who could love me for who I was, shine or no shine, quiet or loud flush. I felt him whisper to me - 'my names snapchat, could I get the name of a beautiful toilet like you?'
'My name...is toilet,' I replied in a shaky gurgle, my porcelains surface gleaming in a white blush. 'Toilet, what a beautiful name,' he said, 'I will do something which will allow us to be together forever.'
Without a warning, he disappeared, and the hopelessness returned, stronger than ever. 'sTUPId pHOnE!' yelled a voice, and snapchat was thrown to the ground. the toilet door closed and that yellow screen returned. i knew I would never be able to leave snapchat, and I was so glad that I had found someone prepared to never leave me.
'Oh toi-' sighed snapchat, but he was cut short as the screen blackened. The last thing I saw was a red battery flashing on the screen.
This is a curious case of an unlabeled relationship. Ever tried being in a situation where you two spend hours of time together, but in the end, you are still unsure where you stand? Who you are to each other, let alone know what you two are doing?
"Do you love me?" He's now staring straight at me, but his hands are still on his motorcycle's clutch.
"I don't want to hurt him, Chris," I answered.
"Bullshit! That's not what I'm asking Saree!" He shouted over his loud motorcycle.
"I ... I want to do the right thing."
"Then answer me, do you love me? Is there a part of you, any part in you which says you feel the same way I do?" Chris asked persistently
I don't know how to answer.
"Yes or No Saree, will there ever be an us?" He asked while bowing down squeezing his clutch tighter.
I know in the deepest recesses of my heart that I have feelings for him.
"Yes," I loudly answered, but then I bowed my head looking at my feet. What am I doing?!
Another pause. His loud motorcycle's motor died. Next thing I know he is standing close to me, touching my chin and raising my face to his.
"You mean that?" he asked
"Yes," I answered
He then kissed me on the forehead, hugged me tight, and whispered. "Then I'll wait."
He then left. Without a second glance.
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