Hanging Rack
I admit it. I am in love with my neighbor. I mean the girl who lives across from my apartment.
It all started with a hanging rack. One day, while I opened the window, my eyes caught this hanging rack with interestingly colored clothes on a balcony across from my apartment. They were… let’s say interesting enough to catch my attention. Crop tops, vintage pants, a lot of differently colored socks, even bras, and oh, that pink tanga she puts on that rack. Okay, at this point it’s only fair to once again admit that I’m a little antisocial. You can even call me a weirdo, but I don’t mean harm to anybody. Hell, I can’t even get rid of the spiderlings in my bathroom. I always had crushes since my childhood anyway. I just stopped after high school, realizing I’m not the type girls are looking for.
So I started inspecting this hanging rack with the hope of seeing her one day on that balcony. This quickly became my new obsession. Every day, I was peeking through my window to see if there were any new pieces of clothing if not her. I wanted to touch some of those clothes so badly that I started to figure out a way to get them.
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The evening I bought a fishing hook, I saw some new shapes and colors on the hanging rack across the window. I got so excited I almost fell while rushing to the window. However, it wasn’t the surprise I was expecting. The same hanging rack now shared some male clothes alongside my girl’s. I felt an indescribable, immense sense of disgrace in my stomach. I couldn’t even eat that day and went to sleep early. All I could think about is “How could she betray me like that?”
The next day, I realized this obsession had gone too far and decided to leave this house once and for all. Within days, I called a transportation firm and ended my contract. While I was carrying the last piece of my belongings, I saw someone approaching with very familiar clothes. My heart started racing and my grip began to loosen. Could this be the girl I was dreaming of? I had never actually seen her in real life. The clothes became clearer, silhouettes became detailed structures, and my excitement suddenly shifted into shock. I was woken up by the sound of my anime figurines falling and scattering on the ground.
“Are you okay, sir? Do you need any help?” he asked, while his pink tanga peeked out at his waist…
