Scarlett
I clutched the fabric of his shirt tightly as he walked down the hallway but instead of taking a left for the stairs, he bypassed them and walked to the elevators. I stiffened as the realisation dawned. “A-Alex?”
“Hmm…” He pushed the button to call the elevator.
“I can’t. We have to go down the stairs, I— I can't go inside the elevator.” I said, my heart starting to stall as I felt the black dots and the tendrils of fear at the prospect of being closed inside the elevator.
“Of course, you can.” He slid me down his body. “I’ll be there with you.”
“N-No.” I shook my head as I repeated, “No. I can’t. You don't understand. I hate closed spaces. I don't like it.”
“Hey,” His hands came up to cup my face as he looked into my eyes and said, “You are gonna be okay. Nothing will hurt
