She moved in about six months ago. She lives in the apartment just above mine and I often hear her music filtering down through the ceiling.
At the beginning, things are normal. Sometimes I'd pass her on my way to collect the mail. She always smiles politely. Occasionally she'd even offer me a brief greeting or a wave. Her eyes are the prettiest I've ever seen.
It wasn't until a few months ago that I found myself going out of my way to watch her, to run into her "accidentally".
I never leave my apartment. After I got out of prison, I found a job that allowed me to work from home. Some Internet gig, a tech support. I didn't go to college, but I was always good with computer stuffs. It was easy and it pays the bills. But most importantly it kept me out of trouble.. let me avoid human contact as much as possible.. It's a simple lonely life.
It beats the hole by a long shot.
I didn't grow up in the best part of town or even with the best parents. The crowd I...