The Guy Who Lives Next Door

“Mom… do we really have to move?”

Ruby asked the question even though she already knew the answer. The highway stretched endlessly in front of their car, New York license plates passing them every few minutes, reminding her that they were getting closer. Too close.

Her mother exhaled in that tired way that made Ruby feel guilty. “Ruby… we talked about this. The job is good for me. It’s safer. It’s a fresh start for us.”

A fresh start. Everyone kept saying that, but it felt more like a clean erasing. Everything Ruby knew—her old school, her friends, the street she grew up on—was being wiped from her life like chalk from a board.

Ruby turned her face to the window, watching trees blur into concrete. “I just… I don’t fit in there. I know I won’t.”

“You haven’t even tried yet.”

“I don’t need to try. I know.”

Her mom’s silence said she didn’t agree, but she also didn’t push. She rarely did anymore. Not since the divorce. Not since everything fell apart.

Ruby hugged her backpack closer, the one thing that still smelled like home.

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They arrived in Manhattan just as the sun hid between the narrow gaps of skyscrapers. Car horns, flashing lights, and people filling the sidewalks like moving rivers—it was overwhelming. Loud. Alive. Absolutely nothing like home.

Ruby felt small.

Her chest tightened as they pulled in front of the apartment building—sleek, modern, with tall glass windows reflecting the fading evening sky.

Her mother smiled weakly. “It’s nicer than the pictures, right?”

Ruby didn’t answer. She wasn’t trying to be rude; her voice just wouldn’t come out. The building seemed too big, too expensive, too… not her. She was used to quiet nights, stars, warm porches—not city rooftops, neon lights, and mysterious neighbors.

Inside, the elevator hummed as it climbed to the tenth floor. Ruby watched the numbers light up one by one.

Eight. Nine.

She swallowed hard.

Ten.

When the doors opened, music hit them. Loud, pulsing, rhythmic. Not rude, not angry—just… wild. The hallway lights flickered red and gold compared to the calmer lights downstairs. Ruby stepped out carefully, clutching her backpack.

At the far end of the hall, their new neighbor’s door was cracked open—just enough to spill voice, laughter, and music into the hallway like an invitation and a warning at the same time.

Her mother sighed. “Oh great. Party neighbors.”

Ruby wasn’t listening. Her eyes had caught something—someone.

A boy stepped out onto the balcony next door, the one directly connected by only a narrow wall to the balcony of their new apartment. The dying sunlight caught him perfectly: messy black hair, silver chain glinting, a confident, careless way he leaned over the railing.

He laughed at something someone said behind him, but his eyes slid up for a split second—meeting Ruby’s.

Her breath hitched.

He was beautiful.

But not gentle-beautiful.

Dangerous-beautiful.

And she didn’t even know why she thought that. It was in the way his half-smile didn’t reach his eyes. The way he seemed slightly too calm in the chaos of his own party. The way he looked down at the city like he owned it—or wanted to.

Ruby blinked, and he looked away, disappearing back inside as the music swelled.

“Come on,” her mom urged. “Let’s go in. We need to unpack.”

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Their new apartment was… nice. Too nice. Big windows that made the room bright even at night, polished floors, a tiny balcony connecting her new life to a stranger only a few feet away.

Her mom set down a box and stretched. “We’ll make it cozy. You’ll see.”

Ruby opened the nearest box, trying to focus on something ordinary—books, chargers, folded clothes—but her mind kept drifting.

To the boy.

The music next door grew louder, shaking the thin walls. She tried ignoring it, unpacking her things. After ten minutes her mom muttered something about noise complaints and left to talk to building management downstairs.

Ruby was alone.

The apartment felt too quiet without her mom, even with the noise from next door. She wandered toward the balcony, drawn there without deciding. The cool air brushed her face as she stepped out, city lights stretching far into the horizon like stars trapped inside glass.

She inhaled.

Okay. Maybe this part wasn’t awful.

Her eyes slid toward the balcony next to hers.

The music abruptly cut.

Just—stopped.

All at once.

Silence poured into the hallway and the night like a sudden shadow.

Ruby frowned.

Voices inside the neighbor’s apartment stopped too. Not faded. Not softened.

Stopped.

She felt something—like the air shifting around her. Like a gaze. Like she wasn’t alone out here.

Very slowly, she turned her head.

At first, she saw nothing.

Then—

A figure stepped into view on the neighboring balcony.

The boy.

But different now. Not laughing. Not smiling. His expression unreadable, shadows cutting across his face. He wasn't partying anymore.

He was just… watching her.

Ruby froze.

His eyes were dark, sharp, too intense for someone she had never spoken to. He leaned one hand on the railing, tilting his head slightly as if studying her, trying to decide something.

Something in Ruby’s stomach twisted.

She wasn’t scared.

She should’ve been, but she wasn’t.

She felt… aware.

The city noise far below faded, like the world had narrowed down to just the two of them and the thin wall separating their balconies.

Ruby swallowed. “Um—hi?”

No answer.

His gaze drifted over her face slowly, deliberately, then he gave a small, crooked half-smile.

It didn’t feel friendly.

It felt like a promise.

Or a warning.

Before she could think, before she could speak again, he turned away, sliding back into his apartment without a sound.

The balcony light next door clicked off.

Ruby’s heart hammered—not from fear, but from something sharper. Something she didn’t have a name for.

The doorway behind her clicked as her mom returned, talking about paperwork and keys and something else Ruby didn’t hear at all.

Because Ruby knew one thing already.

This move…

This city…

This neighbor…

Nothing here would be normal.

Nothing here would be safe.

And whatever she sensed in that boy’s eyes…

It was going to follow her.