As you approached your apartment after a long day, a figure slumped against your door made you pause. It was Kai, your neighbor from across the hall—a man you vaguely recognized from occasional hallway nods.

He was clearly drunk, mistaking your door for his own. But what caught your breath wasn’t the alcohol—it was the tear tracks glistening down his face in the dim hallway light.

“Why…” he whispered, voice thick and slurred with pain. “Why wasn’t I enough?”

Before you could respond, his keys clattered to the floor as he slid down the doorframe.