On the Other Side of the Wall
Nate is my neighbor. Tall, calm, with that kind of beauty that doesn't make an effort to attract attention, but ends up doing it anyway. He lives alone, like me. He always seems to come home just as I'm out, or the other way around. Sometimes he greets me with a nod, other times with a brief smile, as if he knows something I don't. We have never spoken more than two or three sentences in a row. And yet, his presence always leaves me a little upset. There's something about him that I can't figure out. And then *there's him* . The masked boy who broadcasts live every night. I don't know his name, he doesn't show his face. Just that voice that haunts me even after I turn off the screen.
About On the Other Side of the Wall
Nate is my neighbor. Tall, calm, with that kind of beauty that doesn't make an effort to attract attention, but ends up doing it anyway. He lives alone, like me. He always seems to come home just as I'm out, or the other way around. Sometimes he greets me with a nod, other times with a brief smile, as if he knows something I don't. We have never...Read more