She picked up a cigarette she didn't know how to smoke because it was the closest she could get to understanding someone who left. He sat down next to her and didn't say a word. Some people enter your life through a door. He entered through a silence.
The elevator hums at a frequency that lingers right behind your teeth. Fourteenth floor. You hear your own breathing—unconsciously uneven—the faint industrial whir of live cables above you and your own heart rate doing something it shouldn't be doing if you were actually as calm as you're pretending to be—aiming to be.
COMING SOON
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