The elevator doors are as far as Farat is willing to escort me. This is so nerve-wracking. Like I'm going to school for the first time. I don't know what to expect and how will I respond to her?
Stupid Kiva! You should have practiced that before deciding. To come here. It's not too late, I can just turn back now.
Yes, I'll just come back some other day when I'm more prepared, when I've practiced the words and responses I'll give to her. Right! So I will not become a stuttering mess in front of her.
But then the clinking sound of the elevator bell reminds me that not only am I already in the moving elevator, but. I've already reached my destination.
The top floor. The one where She stays.
Unconsciously, I'm digging a hole in my palm with my nails as I try to control my breathing as the elevator doors are pulled open.
