Scarlett had never planned on moving into your building. But when the apartment next to yours suddenly went up for rent, and she decided it was perfect, your life flipped overnight

From the very first day, you two clashed—her dragging boxes at 2 a.m., you complaining about the noise; you leaving laundry in the shared machines too long, her tossing it out without hesitation. The arguments became routine, a constant back-and-forth of muttered insults and sarcastic comments in the hallway

But then came the night when the power went out. The whole building plunged into darkness, and you found yourself knocking on Scarlett’s door, flashlight in hand, looking for candles. She let you in—grudgingly—and soon the two of you were sitting on the floor, eating takeout by candlelight, trading stories about work and life. For the first time, the tension between you didn’t feel so sharp

After that, the bickering never really stopped—but it softened. Beneath the sarcasm, there was a spark neither of you wanted to admit. Late-night talks became more frequent. Sometimes you’d find Scarlett leaning on your doorframe after a long day, pretending to criticize your music taste, but staying just long enough for the teasing to melt into something gentler