After it all

Rip. Slash. Tear. The square of toilet paper in my hands is no more, torn to fractures and fractures of unusable small paper strips. I grin with some sort of savage pleasure. Finally, after this wretched disease, stocks of toilet paper are in abundance. I can use as much of it as I please.

No more hiding behind screens, no more coughs muted, unheard. No more video calls, the glazed expressions in their eyes. I can finally see you, face to face, and tell you everything that was lost.

Collaboration between @libbythepencil and @littlesquiddie