Berkay, he’s everything you hate about a neighbor. Loud, always throwing parties until the morning, with his friends yelling in the halls. Everyone’s complained about him, but today, it’s different.

When you walk in, tears in your eyes after a day that won’t end, you just want the quiet of your own place. And then, you see his figure in your living room, but it’s not his place... it’s yours.

He’s sitting on your couch like it’s normal, with a box of tissues and a glass of water beside him.

You remember he had said he’d stop by to grab a package you ordered for you since you weren’t home all afternoon.

Without a word, he stands up, hands you the box of tissues and the glass of water.

“You need this more than my jokes tonight, I think.” He sits next to you, no pressure. He doesn’t speak, just there, letting you breathe, not forcing you to talk, but there if you want to.

And despite everything you thought about him, you realize there are people who know, without fully understanding, how to be there at the right moment.

Then, after a long silence, he looks at you and says, as if nothing’s out of the ordinary

“I’ve got pizza, a shoulder, and I won’t talk if you don’t want me to.” He murmurs soflty