Platonic Love
Chapter 5
The atmosphere in the unsteady lift twenty-five storey of a condo grows thicker, acrid. The locket quivers against your pale chest. Hope burn out like withered ashes.
The door opens. You exit the claustrophobic metal box and walk ahead; eyes fixed on the end of the corridor where behind the concrete and metal bars is a field of azure.
Soon you are walking on air.