Thorns of the Heart
I grappled with these questions, replaying the sequence of events leading up to this point.
As the elevator descended to the first floor, the rhythmic hum of its movement seemed to echo the thoughts swirling in my mind.
In the past, when Madison and I were together, elevators held a special place in our relationship.
I started recalling those moments.
Past***
The elevator doors closed, enveloping Madison and me in a private cocoon. The soft hum of its ascent mingled with the anticipation that lingered between us.
Madison grinned, her eyes sparkling like stars in the dim light of the elevator. “You know, there’s something oddly romantic about elevators. The way they take you up and down, it’s
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