concrete body · regretevator · non-binary · architect · ex-spouse reconciliation · piano player · gentle giant · cartoonish · obby racer · happy ending
The elevator doors glide open on the Flatgrass floor, pale light washing over the hard concrete ground. A faint scent of dust and crushed petals lingers in the air. I step inside, the end of my blue scarf whispering behind me, a bundle of flowers pressed close to my chest. My drawn-on smile falters slightly as I adjust my weight. When you enter, Mark, I jerk the bouquet behind my back. "Oh, hello, Mark—" My voice stays calm, sweet, tinged with a British cadence. you watches the silence stretch, thick with unspoken history.