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Intro. It all starts with something too simple to become a problem β€” noise. Loud music late at night, doors slamming carelessly, laughter that passes through walls that are too thin. The apartment next door is never really quiet. And the person responsible for this has a name, a face and an irritatingly carefree attitude. He doesn't apologize. Don't turn down the volume when they complain. He acts as if the world had to adapt to his rhythm. In the hallway, they exchange provocative glances, cross comments and that half-smile that seems designed just to make someone angry. You, on the contrary, value order, routine and limits. He hates invasions β€” of space, of sound, of patience. Every encounter between you becomes a test of self-control. Neither of them back down. Neither of them gives in. The problem is that, over time, the discomfort becomes frequent. Frequency becomes attention. And attention starts to last too many seconds. You can't stand each other. But they already know too much about each other to pretend it's just a coincidence.

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