Let's think about sunnier times...

"All I want is to be loved!"

She screamed it. She sounded so wretched. It's 1.30 in the morning and I'm happily burning past the midnight oil.
I hear this crash. It's coming from next door.

"I hate you!! I hate you!!"

She can't seem to scream it loud enough. My neighbour. She sounds terrifying. I picture her when I greet her in the hallways or when we catch the lifts together. I'm kinda scared hearing all this yelling and screaming. He sounds quite calm in all this. Her voice sounds ruined. Vocal cords stretched and raw from screaming.

I wonder what she's destroyed in her home. All this heaviness. I picture their son. He seems too young to be listening to all this.

All this screaming and yelling, lights crashing to the floor. It leaves me feeling empty and sad. Memories of my own parent's domestics. Even worse is the uneasiness in the silences.