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Bitch. You sucked me down, he thought to himself. He stood there in silence in the elevator, staring at his pay stub. He rode along in complete and utter silence. Not one that he wanted, one that she needed. He would have talked to her, he would have started a conversation with her. Fuck that, no he wouldn't have, it was up to her, he decided.

She had been the one to end it, there was no chance in hell he was going to open his mouth to let that bitch know exactly what he was thinking. He did that too much already. Before she fucked him, before it meant something. Then the shell of the girl he knew was gone, replaced by this robot, emotionless waste standing in front of him.

The elevator was too damn slow. When was it going to be over. He just wanted to scream, to move this thing with his own goddamn arms. He was sure he could do it faster. He moved his gaze from his pay stub to her. He decided that he'd just stare a hole right through her head until she talked. Fuck her, why shouldn't he be disrespectful, after all he had given, to get nothing back, he was so pissed.

She still wouldn't, wouldn't even look at him now. Not that this was anything new. She hadn't looked at him like she used to for a month. That was over. She ended it. Fuck her. All he ever did was treat that girl with kitten gloves. And now she treated him like this.

Bitch. She sucked him down.

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Why won't he look at me? What's his problem? I thought he said we could be friends. I thought we talked it out that last night. I thought everything would go back to normal. She stood there in the corner of the elevator, looking for something from him. She figured she would get nothing though. She was right. He must be so mad at me. I don't know that I blame him though. I just wish he would talk to me.

She stopped looking at him. She was too stubborn to be the one to make the first communication. The last thing she wanted to do was bring up that night again. It had been hard enough on her the first time. She didn't need to relive it. She wanted to apologize for hurting him, but she didn't.

She noticed his movements from across the way. Her face went flush, he was staring right at her. Don't look at him, don't give him that. It was her fault but she couldn't own up to it like that. She remained emotionless. She remained quiet. She remained.

She hated this, but deep deep down she knew she deserved it. She realized that she went about it the wrong way. But she couldn't take it back now. The whole thing was fucked up. She stood there staring at her coat. She wanted to hide from his glare. She couldn't. Not even a little bit.

It hit her. It hit her like a train. She was a bitch. That's what he thought of her. He hated her. She just realized how bad she had let it get. He probably wanted nothing to do with her. This chance meeting in the elevator probably was the icing on the cake that was his horrible day. She had seen the boss yelling at him before he left. She knew now that he hated her.

She realized she was a bitch. She realized she fucked it all up.