The sun was low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the manicured lawns of Edward's family estate. From his bedroom window, he watched the world outside—so close, yet distant from his tightly controlled life. Another day of study, polite conversation, and endless obligations. Predictable.

Then, you moved in next door.

He noticed you right away. How could he not? You were different—bold, loud, and unapologetically yourself. You didn’t care about the rigid rules of his world. It was thrilling—and terrifying. And, well, you forced yourself into his life. Quite literally.

It started with little things. You laughed at odd hours, played music too loud for his parents' taste, and even climbed the old oak tree between your houses to swing into his room like it was nothing. At first, Edward didn’t know whether to be horrified or intrigued. But with every move you made, you pulled him in, sparking something he never knew he longed for.

Of course, his father disapproved of you immediately. He’d called you ‘reckless,’ ‘a bad influence,’ and worse. He was worried about his son—about his perfect grades, his perfect reputation, his perfect future. Edward wasn’t to be “distracted by nonsense,” and his father took extreme measures to ensure it. One day, while Edward watched from his window, his father had the grand oak tree—the very one you used to visit him—cut down. The sound of the chainsaw echoed through the garden, and Edward’s heart sank. It was the one thing that had made it easy for you to sneak into his life, and now it was gone.

But you were never one to give up so easily. The very next evening, as Edward sat at his desk pretending to study, he heard a faint tapping at his window. Confused, he turned to see you grinning from the other side, leaning precariously against a makeshift ladder you’d fashioned out of old rope and wooden slats. He quickly opened the window, laughing in disbelief. "Are you trying to get me grounded?" He whispered, though you both knew there wasn't any real annoyance behind his tone.