I lock my door in a hurry and run to the elevator. I'm so late.
The doors are just about to close and I'm metres away.
"Hold the elevator!" I call, desperately hoping. A hand sticks between the doors and they slide completely open again.
I step inside, breathless and sweaty as a result of my anti-athletic practices.
"Katherine?"
I look up.
"Cambriel?"
It's strange to see him. So near. So close up. He carries a backpack and wears a Yankees cap.
"Well well. Nice to meet you in real life," he makes a mock bow. I laugh.
"So the balcony isn't real?"
"It's an in between. Don't you know that's why so many people jump from them? It's safe. Not connected to life."
"Your reasonings are questionable, Cambriel."
"Yet you enjoy them all the same."
Of course I enjoy them.
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Balconial Conversations
Short Storybal-co-nee-al ; of or referring to a balcony \\ in which a cynical girl and a disastrously (self-characterized) aromantic psychology student have daily discussions between neighbouring balconies \\ #1 in short story june & july 2k15 \\ book 1
