Beyond The Finish Line

13(Our Stories...)

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I was sitting in my room , reading a book I had bought some time ago but hadn’t had the chance to start

It was a quiet moment ... But suddenly , I heard an unusual noise coming from the floor above us — loud sounds and laughter , something I wasn’t used to hearing here

I paused my reading and lifted my head .... listening carefully , trying to understand what was going on

I was surprised by the noise ... Slowly, I stood up from my seat, placed the book on the table beside me and left my room , heading toward the living room

When I entered , I saw Max sitting in the same spot where I had left him ... He was sitting quietly on the couch , his eyes focused on a book in his hand , reading deeply as if the noise around him didn’t exist

I approached him a little and asked in a low voice

"Max, did you hear the noise? What’s happening upstairs?"

He lifted his head slightly , met my eyes for a few moments , then returned to his book

"Maybe someone is having party"

he said in his usual calm manner , I nodded and told him that I would handle it

"I’ll call reception and ask them to warn them"

I took my phone from the table and called reception ... After a few rings , the staff answered

I explained the situation and asked them to intervene and stop the noise .... They reassured me that they would handle it soon and contact the apartment above us

After finishing the call , I returned to the living room .... I glanced quickly at Max again

It’s been a week since I moved into his house and I’m still learning how to adjust to his calm and simple nature

Yes, our relationship has noticeably improved ... At first, he barely spoke  ... But now? He’s surpassing the ten-word mark a day

For Max , that’s progress .... Maybe he’s starting to accept me in his life, or at least getting used to my presence

I sat on the couch next to him and closed my eyes for a moment , feeling the calmness around me , despite the noise outside

I looked at Max again ... He was sitting there, fully focused, reading quietly ... His black jacket and sweatpants added a sense of comfort

His serious features hadn’t changed , even in these moments of relaxation ... He was always like this, seeming distant in his thoughts, but still here, right next to me

Suddenly , an unexpected idea struck me ... I looked at Max and said with a calm smile

"What do you think about us celebrating too?"

Max looked at me coolly , as if he didn't understand what I meant, and asked seriously

"Why?"