My heart was thumping as I spiraled down one step at a time.
She loves me? Love as in love?
My mind was trying to process the unexpected turn of events as my wobbly legs tried to catch up with the distant clanking of shoes. It’s either Yana’s just too fast or I’m just light-headed, I thought, and it could apply to both contexts as well.
I was down to the last curve and the exit gate was coming to view when I caught a blurry figure turning around a corner, opposite of the exit gate. I half-jumped to the floor and followed her to the direction she had gone.
I reached a wooden door standing ajar, and pushed myself into what appeared to be a dim-lit storage room. Inside, I was immediately welcomed by a musty smell and an image of dusk and faded photograph combined. The only source of light was coming from the two brick-sized windows just below the ceiling.
