The elevator doors slid shut, sealing me inside a box with silence. My reflection stared back - pale, tired, and nothing like the girl I used to be. I hated how small I looked, how the shadows under my eyes had become permanent, how every breath carried the weight of that damned video. Adrian’s voice still echoed somewhere inside my chest. Go home, Lana. He’d said it like an order, not a suggestion - but with that deep, measured tone that didn’t invite argument. It left a taste in my mouth I couldn’t name - part resentment, part something far too dangerous to admit. As the elevator descended, I tried to steady my hands, but they wouldn’t stop trembling. I could still feel the ghost of his presence, the scent of cedar and spice clinging to me like a second skin. Even the sound of the elevator felt too close, too intimate, like I was trapped inside a memory I hadn’t meant to keep. When the elevator’s door opened at the lobby, I was hit by the harsh brightness of the lobby with all
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