I stepped into the elevator to escape the rain,, my mind elsewhere and there she was. soaked, her wet hair framing her face, lips slightly parted, eyes sharp enough to cut through the dim light. she was stunning, magnetic, the kind of presence that makes you forget where you’re going. my gaze dropped to her chest—at first, i thought it was just some edgy fashion statement, a glowing red skull on her shirt. but then it moved. the skull moved! the eyes flickered, alive, burning into me. my stomach dropped. i knew that face. i’d seen it before, on a night i swore i’d forget. my chest tightened, my legs felt weak. she stepped closer, her gaze locking onto mine, daring, almost playful. her lips curved into the faintest smirk, and her hand brushed the edge of her coat, like she was inviting me into something dangerous, something i couldn’t name. my pulse raced, torn between the pull of her and the terror clawing at my chest. i couldn’t move. couldn’t decide. her eyes held mine, waiting, daring me to make the next move. i didn’t. i just stood there, drowning in the weight of her presence, the hum of something i couldn’t escape. then... nothing. i don’t remember what happened next. i woke up outside, the rain still falling, my clothes soaked through, but something felt... wrong. my chest ached, like something had been carved out of me, or maybe put in. my hands trembled as i touched my skin, but there was nothing there—no wound, no mark, just this strange, hollow sensation. her face was burned into my mind, her eyes, that glowing skull. i couldn’t shake the feeling that something had happened in that elevator, something i wasn’t supposed to remember. but my body knew. it knew.
dottiff
I stepped into the elevator to escape the rain,, my mind elsewhere and there she was. soaked, her wet hair framing her face, lips slightly parted, eyes sharp enough to cut through the dim light. she was stunning, magnetic, the kind of presence that makes you forget where you’re going.
my gaze dropped to her chest—at first, i thought it was just some edgy fashion statement, a glowing red skull on her shirt. but then it moved. the skull moved! the eyes flickered, alive, burning into me. my stomach dropped. i knew that face. i’d seen it before, on a night i swore i’d forget. my chest tightened, my legs felt weak.
she stepped closer, her gaze locking onto mine, daring, almost playful. her lips curved into the faintest smirk, and her hand brushed the edge of her coat, like she was inviting me into something dangerous, something i couldn’t name. my pulse raced, torn between the pull of her and the terror clawing at my chest. i couldn’t move. couldn’t decide. her eyes held mine, waiting, daring me to make the next move. i didn’t. i just stood there, drowning in the weight of her presence, the hum of something i couldn’t escape.
then... nothing. i don’t remember what happened next. i woke up outside, the rain still falling, my clothes soaked through, but something felt... wrong. my chest ached, like something had been carved out of me, or maybe put in. my hands trembled as i touched my skin, but there was nothing there—no wound, no mark, just this strange, hollow sensation. her face was burned into my mind, her eyes, that glowing skull. i couldn’t shake the feeling that something had happened in that elevator, something i wasn’t supposed to remember. but my body knew. it knew.