She recently rented an apartment and was already regretting her life decisions. Her neighbour has been blasting music for the past 4 days and has infuriated her to the point where she would punch the wall to make him stop. Sometimes, he would stop, but most of the time, he couldn't even hear a thud.
'Is he ever going to stop..?' She puts her head back, leaning on the wall behind her. Her body trembles at the fast vibrations, from the music.
The only thing stopping her from calling the police is the anxiety she has, after speaking to anyone, at all. Lol
Suddenly, the music stops making her eyes shoot open. Nothing could be heard except crickets and a loud slam. She groans and looks to her left, checking the time.
What could he be possibly doing at 2 in the morning?
A soft knock echoes in her room. She blinks a couple times and gets out of bed with tired, droopy, bloodshot eyes. She checks the peep hole and opens the door, frowning at the oddly familiar stranger.
His lips fall in a straight line, looking apologetic.
'I'm Son. The guy with the music.' His eyes squinted, preparing himself for the reaction he's going to receive. With one hand holding a square Tupperware, the other extends to her.
'Look-.. hm, I know. I know this isn't the best way to approach such a lady but I baked. A cake- ,I baked a cake.' The guy seemed oddly nervous. She could tell as the container shook in his hands.
She takes the container, as the pleasing smell meets her nose. The container then lays on the furniture beside the door and she steps to the side, allowing him to come in.
He looks around, then looks back at her, full of awe.
'Look, I'm very sorry-'
'Hey, don't mention it. 'Must've taken a lot of courage, baking a cake and coming to my apartment. Not to mention all the sleepless nights I've had because of you. But other than that, I think I'm good. In fact, very well'
He fidgets his fingers while looking around, trying to avoid her piercing stare.
He dug his own hole at this point. He just wanted to say sorry and now it feels like he was being held hostage by a gremlin.
She grabs his shoulders and shoves him on the couch while glaring at him.
'Why do you even think I was awake at this time. Because of YOU.' She emphasizes every word with passion.
He flinches and looks down.
'I haven't-..'
His voice sounds small. Little did she know, the only thing keeping Son alive was the music he's been blasting for the past week.
Tears trickle down his cheeks and wipes them, using his sleeve.
'My mom-' He tries to continue but the knot in his throat stops him from doing so. She stands in front of him, taking in the information. His eyes said it all.
'If you don't want the cake, just throw it, it doesn't even matter anymore, I'm sorry'
His sleeves stain in a dark patch and continue sniffling, his embarrassment away, as he makes his way around her to exit.
She slides between him in the door, making him halt.
His glossy eyes look up at her and then down with a slight pout on his lips.
'I'm sorry. For being dick. I didn't know, you were going through shit too. I'm sorry about what happened with you and- you know.'
She grabs his hand taking in hers and wraps him in a tight hug. It's ironic, really. Going from wanting to choke someone, to the sudden feeling of protection and comfort, towards them. Even crazier that, that someone is a complete stranger she met, barely, 15 minutes ago.
She lead him to her room and they sat down talking about whatever they could find.
'Hey, don't think you're gonna get away with this, you still owe me 6 sleepless nights.' They both laugh.
He smiles at her. It's obvious he was born and surrounded by love. Maybe some day in the future, he'll be able to give it to her.
