Your parents died a while ago. And they gave their apartment to you. It wasn't anything special. It was one apartment complex out of many, and there were 3 stories. You've been an only child for your whole life, so you didn't have anyone over most of the time. About those three stories, you got the middle one. The one under you was a family of six. The one above you was a guy from the same family. He just lived in a different apartment.

His name was Theodore, and his parents always wanted him to live close, so they could visit Theodore. And he could visit his other siblings. The other siblings were kids less than 10, and Theodore looked like he was a guthirty. thirties. That way, all he had to do was take some steps, and he was there.

One time, you were taking out heavy trash. You hadn't taken out in a while, so this was heavy. You tried throwing it over your shoulders, making it easier to hold, but you just ended up dropping the bag and tripping backwards. You thought you were gonna hit your head when you suddenly felt two strong arms grab your waist, preventing you from failing.

"You alright there?"