The elevator door slid open and there she stood, at the top of the stairs—grinning. “I beat you again,” she said. I smiled, showing my brilliantly white teeth, “Well, I can hardly control the speed of an elevator.”
Only, I could. I could control a lot of things if I wished it to be so. She was so beautiful though, so fragile. If she knew…
She won’t know. ever. I walked towards her and held out my arm for her to take.
“Shall we?”
Her response was a giggle as she took my arm and looked forward.
The pain of my secret was going to consume me, eventually. For now, though, for now I was happy.