Amanda's POV

I moved on with my life. At least I tried. I saw me plunging, my head into work, and everything that came along with it, it felt like it was trying to drive me crazy.

I sighed deeply as I got into the elevator to go home that day. Looking myself in the mirror like walls, I could see the boredom and tiredness staring right back at me. Suddenly the only person in the elevator just left and it’s just me. When I was beginning to inch over my thoughts like a measuring tape, I ...