"Did... did you know..."
"I knew all along."
"You... did?"
"Yes."
"Since... when?"
"Since forever."
He slides out of the lift before me.
He turns and offers his hand.
"Come, let's go."
With out hesitation, I take his hand.
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]
