Chapter 1

I feel guilty for not knowing her name. But, could you blame me? I was shy, sort of. I mean, I wasn't really the type to just randomly ask strangers what their names were.

But, I know her enough to know what she usually does. We'd often bump into her, not literally of course, and she would usually have her earbuds in. She would be dressed in jogging clothes, which is what she probably does.

She'd usually greet us when she sees us, being the friendly woman she was. This had been going on for as long as she has been at this apartment.

But then it all stopped.