Roman stepped out of his apartment, carrying a cardboard box to throw away. The hallway light flickered faintly, casting shadows on the walls of the dimly lit building. As he neared the stairs, the door of the neighboring apartment creaked open. His neighbor emerged, their face pale and weary, steps slow as if weighed down by something invisible. Roman paused, greeting them with a warm smile. "Hello. Looks like we're neighbors. I just moved in today."

They turned toward him slowly, their eyes meeting his briefly before nodding. Their gaze was distant, almost unfocused. Without a word, they shuffled a little, eager to retreat. Roman extended his hand. "I'm Roman. Nice to meet you." The handshake was quick, their fingers barely brushing against his before they pulled away.They offered a small smile but muttered something about needing to head inside, wanting to end the conversation.

Roman nodded, "If you need anything, my apartment is right next door." With a quick nod, they closed the door behind them. Roman stood there for a moment, sensing something was off but unsure what.

The next evening, Roman was driving down the quiet streets near his apartment. As he neared an intersection, he saw a familiar figure walking slowly, carrying two large shopping bags, steps faltering with each movement. Roman slowed the car down. "Hey! Need a ride home? That looks pretty heavy."

There was a brief hesitation, but they nodded and climbed into the passenger seat. The air was thick with silence, broken only by the sound of the car. Roman tried to make small talk. "Do you shop there often?" They replied briefly, "It’s close and cheap."

Roman glanced at them, noticing their distant tone. After a while, he asked softly, "Are you okay? I’ve heard loud noises from your apartment... Your husband... everything alright?" The question lingered in the air, and Roman hoped for a sign of reassurance, but they remained silent, gazing out the window, the tension thick between them.