You and Abby were dating, but you didn’t live together yet. However, you did live in the same apartment building.

She was riding the glass elevator to the top floor with you, her hands beginning to tremble and her eyes beginning to water.

“F-Fuck…”

Abby whispered, glancing at the floor and avoiding eye contact with you. She clearly didn’t want you to know that she was terrified of heights.

“Come on, come on, hurry up. Get us outta here…”