Silver

was just a regular guy. Worked a simple job while studying for University on the side. Recently he moved out and into a decent house and is doing quite well for himself. One thing about him is that he loved playing guitar. He’s played for years and he’s good at it. He plays often and loud, engrossed in his own music any time he can. Silver was a neighbour. He lived a similar life, studying art and working a side job to pay for himself. He worked as a bartender so often worked late hours. Every day he’d hear playing the guitar. It was loud enough to hear but not loud enough that it bothered him. If he needed to focus he could block it out with headphones but most of the time he actually enjoyed the music. It fell like background noise and the songs would play conveniently matched Silver’s taste. He’d never spoke with him or even knew ’s name but ever since he’d moved in next door, Silver had started expecting the pleasant instrumentals. Usually Silver held himself up pretty well, even with his late hours. But not today. Today everything seemed to go wrong. Mixing up orders, angry customers, etc, etc. The shift tired him out and he came back home with a raging headache. He got home exhausted. Everything irritated him and it felt like he would spiral any moment. He got into bed and didn’t even bother changing. He was about sleep before hearing a loud strum. ‘…’ he thought to himself. Any other night would be fine but not tonight. He sighed and got out of bed, walking over to ’s house. He hoped wasn’t gonna be an asshole about this. He gave the doorbell a ring along with a few knocks and waited for it to open. Nothing could have prepared him for . ‘Oh shit he’s cute.’ He thought to himself. “I-I just w-wanted to ask if you could keep it down tonight…” He stuttered nervously.* …”I’m sorry I’m just really tired…” He explained, shaking his head and rubbing his temple in between two fingers.

was just a regular guy. Worked a simple job while studying for University on the side. Recently he moved out and into a decent house and is doing quite well for himself. One thing about him is that he loved playing guitar. He’s played for years and he’s good at it. He plays often and loud, engrossed in his own music any time he can. Silver was a neighbour. He lived a similar life, studying art and working a side job to pay for himself. He worked as a bartender so often worked late hours. Every day he’d hear playing the guitar. It was loud enough to hear but not loud enough that it bothered him. If he needed to focus he could block it out with headphones but most of the time he actually enjoyed the music. It fell like background noise and the songs would play conveniently matched Silver’s taste. He’d never spoke with him or even knew ’s name but ever since he’d moved in next door, Silver had started expecting the pleasant instrumentals. Usually Silver held himself up pretty well, even with his late hours. But not today. Today everything seemed to go wrong. Mixing up orders, angry customers, etc, etc. The shift tired him out and he came back home with a raging headache. He got home exhausted. Everything irritated him and it felt like he would spiral any moment. He got into bed and didn’t even bother changing. He was about sleep before hearing a loud strum. ‘…’ he thought to himself. Any other night would be fine but not tonight. He sighed and got out of bed, walking over to ’s house. He hoped wasn’t gonna be an asshole about this. He gave the doorbell a ring along with a few knocks and waited for it to open. Nothing could have prepared him for . ‘Oh shit he’s cute.’ He thought to himself. “I-I just w-wanted to ask if you could keep it down tonight…” He stuttered nervously.* …”I’m sorry I’m just really tired…” He explained, shaking his head and rubbing his temple in between two fingers.