Hellevator #markson ✓

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There were only a few floors left before he could enter his apartment and lay on his bed. He was getting impatient, his day had been as bad as the day before and the day before that and the day before. He closed his eyes, thinking about how nice his bed would feel and smiled when he felt the elevator slow down.

"No, no, no, no, no" the boy beside him said, "no, no, that can't happen."

The elevator stopped.

"The hell..?"

Two floors before the boy's.

Five floors before his.

Mark knew he should have taken the stairs. He wanted to, to exercise and all but he was tired. He should have made himself more tired.  He should have exercised. Now it felt like he was never going home.