Disclaimer:

I do not own any of these characters, they belong to SM.

This is my own writing, I am just borrowing her characters!

I would like to express great thanks to Giumacarini (Little-BelleS2) for the support in posting this and to BriannaMarley for her encouragement.

So this is my first fanfiction, I hope that you like it.

My Elevator Love Letter

Prologue

June 14th

There are many paths in life, we all know this and it is something we certainly learn as mature throughout life.

We choose which paths we want to take, which paths we want to avoid and regret paths which we wished we had taken. Life gives us many crossroads and decisions.

Sometimes we need support of others to help us choose which path to take and sometimes we know we should face the decision alone. We like to protect some of these decisions, either partially or totally; sometimes we think about the choice momentarily, the answer being so clear to us, it is like looking through a clean window to where your future can lead.

There are some times however, when we deliberate decisions for many minutes, hours, weeks, months or years.

I am currently faced with a decision I have internally deliberated for fourteen weeks.

Fourteen weeks of emotional turmoil and internal dialogues and questions. One question has being eating away at me for a long time now.

What do you do in life when you fall in love with someone who you have never spoken to?

There are no laid out instructions that tell you what happens when you fall in love under normal circumstances anyway. Love is one of those topics that is self learnt and self taught. Everybody is so different.

Every love is so different.

We all try to help each other out by advising others on their love life or by sharing our own previous experiences, whether they are good or bad. We all devise our own rules when it comes to love, lust and relationships.

Don't mistake my story for love at first sight. It certainly isn't that; for when I first laid eyes on him, there was certainly lust, but love? No.

I have never believed in love at first sight. I have believed that love can be happened upon quickly once acquainted with someone but I have always doubted that true love can be sought after laying you eyes upon anyone for an instant. It takes time, it takes commitment and it takes patience.

Right now though, I wish there was a universal guidebook to love. Right now I wish it was easy. I don't want complicated. I don't do complicated. I want it to be as easy as putting two corresponding jigsaw pieces together. Unfortunately for me my two corresponding jigsaw pieces are amongst another thousand sections of puzzle, awaiting me to go through the painstaking process of finding them and slotting them together how they were always meant to be.

The realization from this internal monologue brings me to where I am in this moment.

Currently I am stood outside of a rather large oak door. A door I would never of imagined standing in front of in my entire life, the door to a Penthouse Suite. The brass PH that is screwed into the beautiful wooden door is mocking me. It is as if it knows I live in a small studio apartment. It knows I do not belong here.

I have never been here before; the instructions in the letter have led me here.

The letter that I have been thinking over and considering for too long.

The letter I have been gripping so hard that the expensive stationary has begun to crumple from the sweat and pressure my hand has forced upon it.

The letter that made my heart freeze momentarily with the rush of adrenaline.

The letter that made my blood turn into viscous fire that was struggling to be pumped around my body by my racing heart.

I glance down at the beautiful watermarked stationary once more and read the last line once more, "We need to talk."

The writing is in such elegant handwritten script that I can see the time and effort that had been put into writing it. The blue ink obviously from an expensive fountain pen, the paper obviously not your standard office paper. Again, my rapid fire thoughts remind me I do not belong here, in the expensive apartment block, holding a letter that most probably costs more than the amount of money currently in my purse. I am not worthy of all this grandeur.

Once again I look up from the letter to the impressive doorway and raise my left fist to knock three times on the strong wood.

Many thoughts run through my mind as I wait for the knock to be answered but I know one thing for certain; the conversation that is about to follow will be one of the talks that will change my whole future.

I just do not know if it is for better or for worse.

A/N

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