It was a tiring day since last month. I'm working on a new animation for my next youtube video and two other which is part of my job as an animator. I was suppose to take a rest for at least 3 days but I want to finish it early.

I've been drinking any type of coffee just to stay up to finish one minute of the animation. But I do have a reason why I can't focus on my work. It's because of my neighbour from upper floor.

About 2 weeks ago, he moved into this apartment since the last neighbour moved away. I can't welcome him here. Each morning he'll plays a loud song. Each evening he'll make a loud noise which I don't know what it is or how he make it. Each night there's loud emotional or maybe some Billie Eilish song.

When the night seems quiet and peaceful, he'd invite his friends to celebrate 100 days early birthday. He just couldn't shut up. And why? Just, why? Today, I almost pass out so I decided to take a rest instead. I thought that it would be a perfect day to sleep all day. I was exhausted.

He seems to be quiet. Too quiet than the usual. As if I care! I hope he dies or something because I don't want to spend my life listening to a same song everyday. And it's my decision today to sleep all day. No one can stop me. I was full of hope, hoping he realised how loud he is.

Just as my head hit the pillow, there, that stupid neighbour of mine starts to play a rock song. Why can't my life just be perfect or at least have a rest but in peace? God, have mercy. I want to close my eyes. But the loud song, it's banging through my walls. Who even create these walls? Why not make it a sound proof? My God.

I'm done. I'm totally done. I went outside of my apartment and went straight to his front door, which is only upstairs. I knocked without any hesitation. A loud knock, a desperate loud knock.

"OPEN THE DOOR" I shouted and kicked the door as hard as I could and hurt my own feet.

I cursed under my breath and smiled bitterly. "Oh, you want to play that game?" Just when I wanted to knock on the door very hard, he opened it and I accidentally punched his face.

"HOLY-" I gasped.

Okay, at least it's not that bad right? Oh no... He passed out. I panicked and hurriedly pulled him inside and close the door.

"Not just loud but weak as hell," I whispered and kicked him as hard as I can. It was very satisfying that I just had to kicked him again. I ofcourse was hoping he would wake up. I sighed, thinking that it was useless

"Now what do I do?" I asked myself who's probably about to shut down in a few minutes.

I was trying to wake him up. Without my expectation, everything somehow was spinning around. I got headache. I flinched. My head became heavy and I started to sweat. Then I heard someone came into the apartment, a familiar voice.

I couldn't try to recognize it since I was in a bad condition. I tried to fight the pain bit only got me fall on top of the loud neighbour. I stared at him, who's face is only a few inches of mine. He have white-pale skin and a crusty lips which almost touches mine. I blushed. But that was not my main concern.

I heard the other one keep on asking, "Are you alright?" over and over again. I mean, what was he expect from what he saw?

About a few seconds later, I fell asleep on top of him.