Chapter 2

"No!" Rosalia cried, waking up from her nightmare. She was drenched in cold sweat, and her heartbeat had risen drastically. Her heart seemed to pound against her chest causing a stinging pain. Tears were sliding down her cheeks, no matter how much Rosalia tried to stop them, they would not come to a halt.

"Why can't you just forget about it?"she asked herself.

"You should be over him by now! He never even loved you. All he wanted was your money…only the money…get over him!"Rosalia exclaimed. She got out of her bed, an uncomfortable futon on the floor. She quietly got out and tip-toed to her balcony, trying her best not to disturb her neighbors. She reached her cramped balcony and observed her surroundings.

"Pretty..." a faint smile graced her lips. "But why does it have a replica of it in front of it? It's ruining the view…" she pouted, referring to the duplicate apartment building straight across from hers. "How dare you block my view..." Rosalia mumbled.

"Oh great, I've lost all hope. I'm talking to a building for god's sake!" she caught movement from down below.

A homeless man was chasing a young woman down the street in between the two buildings.

"Oh no, I have to help!" Rosalia started to panic, getting nervous, forgetting many obvious things and looking rather ditzy.

"Police! Police...police...what was their number again…? 119" she appeared to be on the brink of insanity.

"I mean 911!" she cheered. "Wait…I don't have a phone!" she went back to panicking.

Rosalia heard someone chuckle. "God?" she looked at the sky and faced it with awe.

"I don't think that highly of myself" the voice spoke again, making Rosalia realize it wasn't coming from the sky, but the balcony next to her.

Her face dulled, "You're not god."

"How kind" he said.

"Who are you?" Rosalia questioned.

"Just…your neighbor…" he spoke uncomfortably. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you" he apologized.

"It's okay." Rosalia murmured.

"It seems like you are not very accustomed to talking to others" he closely stared at her.

"Oh great, there's a detective on the loose." She thought.

"No no," she tried her best to speak in a normal voice, though it had been a long time since she had had a normal conversation, at least with a human.

"It's just that…I'm not used to talking to guys," memories of her surrounded by guys and her classmates despising her for assumingly being a "slut" and stealing their boyfriends flashed through her mind. Rosalia rolled her eyes innocently, trying to avoid his face that could easily see through her lie.

"You're not very good at lying, are you?" he snickered.

"...No" she honestly replied.

"Cute and honest, nice to know" he smiled. "You're not like other girls I've met."

Rosalia , unaware that his "insult" as she thought, was actually a compliment, arched her brow and rapidly retorted "well you're weird"

"Couldn't think of anything better?" he teased.

"Stop teasing me!" Rosalia cried.

"Sorry, sorry" the boy clasped his hands together and slightly bowed. Before Rosalia could saw another word, she heard something fall in her apartment.

"He's up again," she sighed. "Sorry, I'll talk to you later, goodnight."

"Come on, I'm tired. We'll do it later. Oh? The boy I was talking to? That was just a stranger, don't get so jealous, you know I love you!" the boy listened as Rosalia entered her house and shut the door behind her.

"Well, she is an adult, I guess it's not against the law to have 'that' kind of relationship with someone" he sighed.

"Her parents won't be happy about this…." The boy pinched the crook of his nose.