The next door love
We sat in the living room, Zara talking nonstop about the States—her job, her apartment, how lonely it got sometimes.
“I missed home,” she admitted softly. “And I missed you.”
I reached for her hand. “I missed you too.”
She looked at Elijah again. “So… how did you two meet?”
He glanced at me. “Next-door neighbors.”
Her eyes widened. “Are you serious?”
I nodded. “Life is strange.”
She smiled. “I like this version of your life.”
Later, Zara pulled me aside while Elijah stepped out to take a call.
“You’re happy,” she said quietly.