Lost

quiet

As I walk closer to the door, my skin floods with goosebumps as the cool air blows towards me. I look up, and notice that the air conditioning is blasting right next to the door. I take a couple more slow steps, looking around the door and walk through. I don't see anybody and let out a sigh of relief, I guess it was just the AC.

I start to walk back to my desk, when a file on Elliot's desk catches my eye , so I walk over to his desk, my fingers grazing the manilla folder. As I start to flip through the pages, my chest starts to tighten and it feels like I can't take another breath. This was my file.

What was he doing with my file?
Why had he been going through it?

My hands start to clench into fists and I can feel the tears brimming at my lids, threatening to spill over. I start searching his desk for clues and shove papers everywhere, some falling to the ground like feathers. I don't find anything else about myself, just my file sitting on his desk. I start to flip through it. Everything was in there, my past jobs, who my mother was, my other partners, past boyfriends. My entire life was just sitting on his desk. What made him think he the right to just go through my life like that?

I step back, putting the file back down on his desk, not knowing what to think.

A/N: hey guys! I know that this chapter is SUPER short but I really liked it and want to put something out for you guys to read. I'm not really sure where I want this to go yet, so just bear with me. Again, sorry for the short chapter I just really wanted to update the story. :)) please leave comments if you enjoy the story so far or have recommendations!!