AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Carissa rests her head on my arms as she laughs, letting herself go.
“Sorry,” she says after snorting mid-laughter.
“I would have fired him, but he is good at his job, so I sent him for medical evaluations instead.”
“How long ago was this?” Carissa asks amidst laughter.
“Oh, just two years ago.”
My heart feels warmer as I watch her laugh. If anything, her laughter draws me to her even more, urging me to smile in response.
I try to chip in more stories of things that didn't really happen, and I make sure to be creative with it. The more creative the story, the more she laughs.
Her eyes, sparkling with mirth, crinkle at the corners as her laughter ripples through her. At this moment, I realize I’m utterly and irrevocably captivated.
The warmth of her laughter reaches into the depths of my soul, and I realize that her happiness has become my very purpose.
As the stories end and the laughter dies down, it is clear that our minds are preoccupied with the reality of being trapped in the elevator.
As time passes, I reach out to hold Carissa’s hand, offering her a reassuring squeeze to let her know we are in this together.
She completely releases all her weight on my body as I hold her in my arms, running my fingers lightly over her skin while we sit on the floor.
I feel obligated to protect her from everything and everyone, including myself, and most importantly, to get her out of this mess.
“Jayden, are we going to die?” she asks in a shaky voice.
“No, no, my love,” I respond calmly. “We are not going to die.”
All of a sudden, there’s this electrifying feeling as if something has moved out of me and into her. As if on cue, she releases herself from my grip and sits up looking at me, her chin stained with a single teardrop.
“Hey, don't cry now. Come on.”
I wipe the tears off her chin as she looks at me. We stay that way, with me continuously stroking her chin.
Her lips part slightly, but not as though she wants to speak. It looks like an indication to kiss her.
I hold back, but the pull is highly magnetic. I move closer, still staring into her eyes to see her reaction. The closer I get, the more her eyelids close.
Just when our lips are about to touch, the elevator’s silence is pierced by the welcome sound of distant voices and the mechanical whirring of rescue equipment.
We move away from each other and hurry to our feet, dusting off our clothes and sharing nervous glances. It seems our ordeal is coming to an end.
The maintenance crew manages to pry open the elevator doors. As the small gap widens, fresh air and a sense of relief flood in.
Carissa and I exchange a glance of gratitude and elation.
One by one, the rescuers help us out of the elevator and onto the safety of the hallway floor. Carissa goes first with me closely behind her.
I offer her a hand and, thankfully, she takes it.
“We’re really sorry for this, sir,” a member of the maintenance crew says. “There was a minor technical glitch, but with a few adjustments it will soon be operational again.”
“Minor?” I ask, a bit curious. “We spent over an hour in there, and you call that minor?”
“We’re really sorry, sir,” they chorus.
“Please fix that, and as fast as possible”
