Through These Walls [Chase’s 12 Days of Christmas - Day 8]
Anonymous: “We live in adjacent apartments and our bedrooms are on opposite sides of a very thin wall and one night I heard you crying and talked to you through the wall” AU
Oliver sighed. He had spent the last hour trying to read through a page of his business management textbook in order to study for his test the following day, but the sound of soft sobbing kept interrupting him.
Ever since he moved into his apartment a year ago, he noticed just how thin the walls were. Throughout the single bedroom flat, he could hear his neighbors softly conversing, watching television, or on occasion having really loud sex. On those nights, he’d lay back in his bed and think about the pretty girl in the apartment next door with the bright blue eyes and blonde hair that tended to babble when she got nervous.
There hadn’t been much of that lately. She kept to herself more and more as the months went on, until tonight when Oliver heard her sniffle and cry through their thin shared wall. It had started from the moment she closed her door and flopped into her bed. Whatever was wrong, he couldn’t stand listening to her distraught wails.
Oliver contemplated his plan of action before getting up. Taking a seat against the corner of the wall, he gently tapped his knuckles on the white painted drywall and waited. He could hear movement from the other side: the bed creaking, a tissue being pulled out of a box, and the blowing of a nose.
“Hello?” came the woman’s quivering voice as she called out. “Who’s there?”
“Your neighbor from the apartment next door,” Oliver answered. “I can hear you through the wall and, uh, are you okay?”
“Oh, my god! Shit!” he heard her mutter as she sprang out of bed and began scurrying around the room. “I’m so sorry! I forgot how thin these walls were. I’ll just shut up now and move to another room so I won’t disturb you anymore.”
Oliver heard her reach the door and turn the knob. “No! You’re not disturbing me!” he quickly replied before she left. “It’s fine.”
“It’s not fine,” she mumbled. “I’m probably keeping you from sleeping. I really should have just gone to a bar. Maybe then I would have gotten drunk enough to forget tonight.”
“What happened? If you don’t mind me asking,” Oliver prodded.
“My boyfriend… ex-boyfriend… He’s such a bastard,” she seethed. Her feet padded softly on the hardwood floor until she reached her bed once more and took a seat. The mattress springs creaked like they always did, but she was still in the room, and that was all Oliver could ask for.