⋆˚࿔ 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗶 𝗛𝘆𝗼𝗺𝗮 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

You lived in a building, on the third floor. Every time you left your apartment you would run into a boy who would stop to flirt with you, but you would politely reject him. If it wasn't that boy, it was another man a couple of years older than you. Whenever he passed you, he'd whistle at you and make a comment like, "You look so pretty," but you ignored him, too. You weren't interested in them at all. The one who really had your attention was him. The guy from apartment 512. You didn't know his name, but ever since that time he helped you carry your shopping bags up the stairs, you'd been smitten. His long, deep red hair, his deep-set eyes, his thick eyelashes, his kindness. He was divine. You started writing letters to him, making plans to talk to him, but none of this worked, because your shame prevented you. One afternoon you plucked up your courage and decided to do it. You decided to go talk to that boy. You went up to the fourth floor and when you were in front of the door with the number 512 engraved in silver, you took a breath and gathered your courage. The knocking on the door echoed in the quiet hallway and immediately a very pretty girl opened it. Your smile disappeared completely when you saw the girl, and the worst came to mind. Was she his girlfriend? Will I look like a homeless cat doing this? Am I humiliating myself? The girl who stared at you for a few seconds finally spoke "Were you looking for my brother?" She asked, looking at you curiously.