I feel myself freefalling through the darkness.
I open my eyes.
His mouth curves into a smile.
Our lips met.
My heart throbs in my chest.
A bright white light pierces the darkness and envelops us.
Where are we going...?
YOU ARE READING
The 31st Floor (Cellphone Novel)
Teen FictionA tall building with 32 stories. The elevator takes you up slowly. Floor numbers light up as you ascend. 29... 30... 32... Wait... where's 31? [Written in 2013; originally published on textnovel]
