Six days of crystals, and the movement of a quiet life brings more future.

Six days after his shift, he worked alone in the office, wearing a white shirt and a black short skirt, with his neck open, and his colleagues suddenly pushed in the door, and his eyes got mixed, and the air got tight, and he came close to her collar, and his fingers were rubbed across the neck, the crystals were breathing thinly, and he didn't get away, the lights were dim, the two were getting closer, he was whispering in his ears, he was entangled in his breath, the crystals were so cold, his fingers were squeezing on his sleeves, the office was so quiet, the two were close to each other, it seemed like they were crossing the line at any time, and the steps were coming out of the door, and the two people were moving apart.