The Neighbor in 2C
It felt wrong, but he watched through the window anyway.
I had just returned home. It was 11:30 p.m. This was new for me—I had worked the midnight shift for a long time, but now I was on evenings. I entered my apartment, dark, empty, lonely. I’d only been here seven months. My girlfriend had left a couple of months ago. The gratitude; I’d moved down here to be with her, and after only five months, she abandoned me. That’s life. So, there I was—a boring Monday evening, no plans,...