[ WP ] Short story that takes place in a single elevator ride .

I asked him how he was doing today and that's all it took for him to start crying. I can honestly say I did n't expect it, but there I was and I had to deal with it until we came to my floor. That's the thing about elevators, nowhere to go. 
 
 ``... And then she told me I talked to much, that she thought I was in love with the sound of my own voice.'' 
 
 `` That's hard, I'm sorry.'' 
 
 `` Yeah,'' he sighed a defeated sigh and I felt like I had the wind knocked out of me when I saw the way his shoulders sagged under the weight of his heavy, broken heart. `` You know the worst part?'' 
 
 `` What?'' I asked as the elevator dinged, signaling our arrival at the lobby. 
 
 `` The only reason I talked to her so much is because I thought she loved the sound of my voice the way I loved hers.'' 
 
 He smiled weakly at me before tipping his head and slinking out of the elevator. I watched in stunned silence as the man walked away, rueing the day I knew such heartbreak.
