your balcony was your “lifeline.” every time you felt unwell and bad thoughts took over your mind, you always went to the balcony to clear your head.

and he was always there. your neighbor who played tunes on his guitar every evening.

you didn’t talk, at most you waved and smiled weakly at each other. he loved to play and you weakly sang along with him, which always made him smile.

one day, when you felt as bad as possible and a panic attack took over, you went out onto the balcony, expecting to see your neighbor. when he looked at you, all shaking and almost crying, the worry could not be hidden on his face, he began to speak in a soothing tone

"hey.. what happened? do you want to talk?"