not sorry

the wall was staring as the girl pulled out something from her plastic bag. it was really intrigued and couldn't help but wonder what she currently held in her hands.
it was a black box. a sleek black box. the sexiest box the wall had ever seen. the wall felt itself hold a breath as the girl opened the black box and studied a hard packaging, wrapped in thin paper.
the wall had never been this excited before, the other incidents the wall had witnessed within this room (like the times the girl owning the room would masturbate like 5 times a day, when she would dye her hair, when she would sob in a corner and when she blasted music so loud the wall was shaking) seemed to grey away in comparison to this beauty.
lying inside the delicately draped paper, was a round, rectangular, lavender scented+colored- ...... soap?
if the wall could speak, i would hear it letting out a strangled sigh/moan.
it was the most beautiful thing it had ever seen.
the wall wanted the soap all over itself. they even matched. they were meant for each other. otp.
when the girl left, to walk to her dad's place, a veil of darkness and tranquility laid itself over the space in the room. there was a tension in the air. not necessarily awkward, more like... sexual..
the wall was staring at the soap bar again. it lied in a corner on the commode, on the other side of the room, surrounded by trash and old, dirty dinner plates.
soon the soap was starting to get closer to the wall, until they were touching. no one said a word, mostly because they couldn't. i mean, they had no mouths. but their love didn't need words. they knew what they felt. they knew it was mutual. yes, the soap had noticed the looks the wall had given it, and it was ready to give itself to the wall.
the soap started rubbing itself all over the wall. and they did it all night. it was love at first sight.

a/n
im crying .what have i created.