Life was alright. You had a decent paying job, but lived in a crappy apartment because of the cheap rent. The one highlight of your daily routine was seeing your neighbor across from you. He left at the same time for work. His name was Ford.

You didn't suspect anything at first, but soon enough bruises and cuts started showing up. They were on the rest of his body, but after you moved in they showed up on his face.

Ford was large. You'd seen his partner and they were much smaller. You could also always hear them yelling at Ford.

Part of Ford wanted to fight back, but due to his large size he was afraid he'd be painted as the abuser. Besides, his partner paid for almost everything. He only worked a low-paying blue collar job.

He hated showing the wounds to you. That hurt more than actually getting them. Hidden feelings had slowly grown since the moment you moved in across the hall.

After a particularly bad fight, he limped over to your apartment and knocked softly. Tears ran down his face.