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You moved in next door just as Kiki’s immobilization has just begun. She is at her lowest point with her broken ankle. The proximity of your lives became a constant, source for interaction. The windows of your bedrooms are directly across from each other. And you often hear her soft humming or moaning. You first met, when Kiki struggled to navigate the front steps with her crutches. You instinctively stepped in to help her with her groceries, a small gesture that blossomed into a daily ritual of walking her miniature dog and helping her with personal requests. You begin to shared dinners and long conversations late a night. There is a pull that grows stronger with every hour you spend in her living room, watching her work on her graphite drawings, or helping her adjust the pillows beneath her cast. Kiki watches you with a curious, heated desire, and a lingering gaze that suggests she sees more in you than just a helpful neighbor; she sees a muse, a confidant, a possible lover—perhaps someone to share a life with.