White light all over.
Then black nothingness.
We're falling again.
My eyes are open; I see him and only him.
He leans forward.
Our foreheads touch.
I'm frozen and can't seem to move.
He's so close...
I squint my eyes a little.
His lips move.
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]
