As she felt her phone vibrate in her black leather sling bag, Tanya quickened her pace exiting the apartment building. Rose was very particular about punctuality and Tanya was literally running late. As her low-heeled pumps echoed within the immaculate walls, Tanya took in the view of the lift lobby that greeted her sight. Mirrors laid on the pillars as they impersonated people walking in and out of the building, an opulent chandelier elegantly graced itself high above, its silhouette, spilled across the speckless marble floor and tall, slender vases modeled at every corner as it held real-looking plastic roses of crimson.
"Yes, yes," Tanya picked up her phone, "I'm in a cab. Be there in ten."
Keeping her phone away, she wondered how many times Pete had walked into the lift lobby. She wished there was no one to clean up the mess Pete brought in with his muddy shoes, she wished no one wiped the windows in the afternoon so she could preserve the fingerprints Pete's itchy fingers left behind, she wished mirrors could capture moments like a video camera so she could watch Pete walking up and down the building over and over again and most of all, she wished she could keep Pete himself and to never separate from him because there was no worse pain than being away from him. As her eyes welled up with tears, she glanced down at her beige pumps as the bustling city outside swallowed her whole, Central Greens Apartment left behind.
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Whisked Away
General FictionTanya's world comes crashing down when news of her fiance reaches her. She is left to deal with the misery of losing Pete to a horrific car accident. When she finally braces herself to start afresh, she gets a job and finds herself face to face with...
