Neighbors

I let out a sigh of relief as I stared at the building in front of me, holding tightly onto my boxes. The house wasn’t one of those mansions that everyone dreamed about having, but it was big enough to accommodate me and all my belongings. Not that it even mattered at this point. If I had gotten something as small as a hut, I still would have moved into it. The neighborhood I had been living in before was really noisy and toxic. Luckily for me, I got just the perfect house—clean, spacious, and most importantly, quiet. The tenants in the houses beside mine were elderly and not always around. I was told they only bought the houses as an asset and were not even in the country presently. The house opposite was mine was also vacant, making my dream of a perfect house and the perfect neighbors a reality.

I slid the card through the door as I made my way in. The living room was very spacious. It had beautiful white walls that enhanced its appearance, and the cushions were placed exactly where they needed to be. The windows had black blinds that complemented the white walls, giving the living room the perfect finishing touch.

“Ahhh,” I said happily as I fell onto the comfortable cushions. Unpacking wasn’t a problem; at the moment, I just wanted to sleep and then head out to get groceries and takeout for dinner.

The piercing sound of my phone woke me from my deep sleep. I checked the screen to see the love of my life was calling. I had called him multiple times today, but he didn’t answer so I thought he was busy.

“Hi, babe,” I said.

“Hey, love…uhm, so we need to talk. I have something really important to tell you,” he replied.

“Oh, should I be worried?” I asked.

“No. Come on, baby. I won’t ever leave you,” he said.

Leave? Who said anything about leaving? Okay, now I was getting worried. “Babe, I meant should I be worried about the promotion you're trying to get at work. It had nothing to do with you leaving. I hope everything is fine with us?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah. Uhm, yeah, work is perfectly fine. I did get promoted; I received the letter yesterday."

“Wait, you got promoted yesterday and you didn’t tell me until just now when I asked? Or is this the something important you wanted to tell me?” I asked.

“Uhm, no, it’s not that; it’s something way more important. I was going to tell you about the promotion, but I had a lot going on,” he said.

Part of me was scared of what he could possibly want to talk about, but another part wasn’t. The voices in my head had about a thousand different ideas about what he could possibly want to tell me.

“It's fine, babe. Right now I’m preparing for an interview, so uhm, how about you tell me this important thing right after I’m done?” I asked.

“Sounds great, my love. I hope you’ve already researched the company thoroughly? How’s your new house?” he replied.

“Yeah, I think I'll do well, and the house is perfectly fine,” I said.

“Hmm, that’s great. I'll come by when you're done, and we'll talked about the important stuff. Love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” I replied.

Judging by the conversation we'd just had, whatever he wanted to talk about definitely had to do with our relationship. And it would either turn out good or very bad. My best guess was a proposal or a break up. I didn’t think I was ready for either, but I would very much prefer the former to the latter.