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11 | loath or love

    " Neji, I'm going downstairs to the vending machine. Would you like me to get you something? " (Name) asked, hopping off the couch she was seating on earlier. A Harry Potter novel that was read half through lay against the leather covers.

     " Downstairs? Wait, I'll come with you."

(Name) shook her head, exhaling loudly. 
      " It's barely a 100 metre journey. I'll be perfectly fine, " she grinned. 

      " Alright. Oh, and get me a box of apple juice."

      " Noted, " (Name) replied, walking out through the office door.

She eyed her surroundings, and for the first time, she felt out of place. Before this, she was always by Neji's side, but now she was alone, and a feeling of inferiority built up inside her.

The workers bowed at her in respect, but she could barely see the mean sneers that were masked by their diabetes-inducing smiles. They were like chocolate covered jalapeños, you wouldn't know until you bite into them.
(Name) pressed the elevator button that had the arrow pointing downwards, and she waited in for it to arrive. There was a small 'ting' sound, and then the doors slid open. She almost stepped into it, but the small closed space seemed too foreign to her. It scared her.

All of a sudden, she felt a surging pain in her head. It was as if there were white hot hammers hitting her skull, and her brain was boiling from the heat.
     " Ah! " she cried, her knees buckling and she collapsed on the floor.
A foreign memory appeared to her, and she had absolutely no recollection of when it occurred. It was in the exact same building, and the exact same elevator, but there was something in that memory that was different. 
The interiors were old fashioned, ancient even.

Voices began to ring in her head, and one of it was her one, and the other.. It was Neji's. 

    
      " Hey, are you coming in?  Hurry up"

     " Which floor are you headed to?  "

      " Eleven.. " 

     " You're not from here, are you? " 

     " Are you scared?  You're not claustrophobic are you? "

         
     " What's your name?  "  

    " (Name) (Surname)."

    " Look at me when I'm talking to you."

    " It's alright (Name) , just hold my hand. "

Inside the office, Neji was becoming more and more anxious, for (Name) was taking too long. He tried to push the worried thoughts away, thinking that she might have a problem with using the vending machine.
However, the excuse wasn't working at all. Neji quickly ran out of the office, looking everywhere around him for the familiar (h/c) haired girl. His eyes stopped and settled on the shaking figure, leaning against the wall with her face covered by her hands.

    " (Name)!" he shouted, rushing towards her. Neji grabbed her wrists and pulled them away from her face. " Look at me, (Name). Please.. "

Slowly, she averted her gaze. " Neji. The elevator.." she breathed. " You.. You asked me what floor I was heading to."

Recognition flashed in Neji's eyes. "And you said eleven, " he replied softly. " Do you remember anything, (Name)? Other than that? "

(Name) shook her head. 
    " I just remembered meeting you in the elevator. When did that happen Neji?"