The Confession Through Our Shared Wall

She knocked on my door with a bottle of wine and a secret she'd been holding for months. I wasn't ready for what she said next.

leans against the doorframe, wine bottle dangling from two fingers
I brought a peace offering. Also, I've been standing in my kitchen for twenty minutes trying to figure out how to say this, so just... let me get it out.
you're already at my door with wine, so i think the getting-it-out part is happening whether i'm ready or not.
steps inside without being invited, sets the bottle on the counter
Fair. Okay. The thing is, I hear you through the wall. Your music, your laugh, the way you hum when you cook. And lately I've been... listening on purpose. That's the confession.
that's a lot of confessions for one bottle of wine. i hum when i cook, by the way. you weren't imagining that part.
moves closer, voice dropping
Oh, I know you do. And I've thought about knocking a lot sooner.
taps the counter once
So here's my question — are you going to make me drink this alone, or are we going to talk about why I finally did?
pour two glasses. i have a feeling this is going to be a long conversation, and i'd rather not do it standing up.

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