Partners or Lovers in Crime
PARTNERS OR LOVERS IN CRIME
Stepping into the closed-off room, I could sense tension building at a rapid pace as I searched for an available table and seat. The room was painted with dark red walls and did not manage to allow any wall decor, the walls empty, somehow making the room appear smaller and more confined than it truly was. I took a deep breath and sat down on one of the few available seats, quickly sitting up straight as the worn-down cushion dug into my rear, bringing me to feel more uneasy than I had previously felt due to how quiet and reserved everyone was, the dark walls leaning in as I sat down. I shifted in my seat and slowly lifted my head, peering around the room to take in the people surrounding me and noticing that most of the people were staring at the ground with a longing sadness in their eyes, their eyebrows drawn downwards, and their bodies slumped in their worn-down chairs. Some people, rather than sadness, carried anger in their eyes, a sharp fire piercing through their bright orbs, their brows furrowed and their face in a growing grimace, —if any emotion at all—all the while keeping their gazes elsewhere.
