So, this was my new apartment. It was small, but nice. I put my baggage down and stepped to the window. Yeah, even the view was beautiful. I was sure I would like it here. The apartment was the perfect place of escape. I could escape from everything here: From the pain, the chaos inside me, the mess my life had become - from Brian. Yes. This could work. The apartment was hidden in a block of flats. My mother who had procured me this apartment had assured me that all of the people who lived here were calm and inconspicuous. They weren‘t overly curious and interested in their neighbors. So I would have enough time to paint in peace, to study, to think - and to get drunk till I passed out if the pain would become too much to bear. I really thought Brian and I could make it. I had been so hopeful, so full of dreams when I moved in with him. But to think that he would change for me were illusions only. The last couple of months we were only fighting and yelling at each other. Every night he brought home another trick that sometimes even slept in our bed. I didn‘t feel special anymore when Brian began to let his tricks stay the entire night. Whenever I asked him about it, he barked at me, we wouldn‘t be in a lovely hetero relationship and he could do whatever he wanted. I didn‘t know anymore what I was to him. Most of the time he ignored me, it even seemed that he only fucked me when nobody else was available. I felt dirty. The loft was so cold and strange, it didn‘t feel like home anymore. So I decided it was time to leave and move into my own apartment. It broke my heart, I still loved Brian, but I couldn‘t live so anymore. I sighed and plopped onto the soft blue couch. The color was perfect for making one sleepy and I closed my eyes. I still would have enough time to think. I decided to take a little nap, and if I was lucky I wouldn‘t have a dream of Brian for once. Five months later I was still living here. I felt pretty lonely and had bought a little dog to keep me company. He was brown and had big eyes. He was such a cutie and I called him Bri. Not my best idea, I know, but I couldn‘t help myself. Bri was sleeping peacefully in his basket. He even snored a little bit. I had to smile and closed my eyes. Maybe I could catch some sleep too. The peace didn't last long though. Soon enough a wild ring of the doorbell broke the silence. I was still slightly fuddled when I shuffled along to the door. I opened it slowly and slammed it with double speed again. So, I was still in a dream. There was NO WAY that reality had sent Brian in front of my door. „Justin! Open the door! I have a problem.“ Hard fists drummed against the wooden door. The dream was persistent, I had to confess to myself. The knocking on the door echoed in my head. It felt as if it would burst every second. And finally I opened the door again, just to make that painful hammering stop. "Sorry, Justin. I know you're not too happy to see me. And I didn't want to interrupt you or something.“ Brian kicked with the tip of his boots against the door-frame. His face was red. "But I can't go away because the key-service will come any moment. And I have to... ahm...it's urgent.“ Almost mechanically I opened the bathroom door. Only the water flushing shortly after woke up my sleepy shape. "What are YOU doing here?“ I asked, as soon as Brian had relieved nature. My voice sounded a touch sharp. "I live here. In the apartment under you.“ „What happened to your loft?“ „You know that it was raining like crazy in the Pitts in the last couple of weeks. There was a leaky spot in the roof. When I came home one day, half of the loft was under water. No they have to re-decorate it. It will take a while, and so I live here at the moment. I couldn‘t believe that you live here as well.“ „How did you find out anyway?“ „When you passed by my door I suddenly heard you talking to your dog. I recognized your voice, opened the door and saw you. I couldn't believe my eyes!! I started to run after you and at that moment the door to my place slammed shut behind me. I don't have my keys, I'm locked out. I was frozen in shock. But fortunately I still had the cell phone in my pocket to call for help.“ "That's impossible. There aren't such coincidences. Somebody must be having fun allowing themselves a stupid joke.“ I mumbled angrily with myself. Why did nothing I tackled work? I could not even escape properly. "Don't worry.“ Brian seemed a bit offended. "You won't see me very often. I'll spend the few days I still have to be here in my own apartment. Speaking of, I have to go. The key-service will be there any minute. See you in...“ Brian looked at his watch. "later.“ As soon as I had closed the door, I had to lean against the wall. So far about getting away from Brian. Fate was really cruel to me! I only have wanted to be free from all of the restraints that surrounded my life, heart and soul. I had hoped that distance would be the solution for my problems. But now I knew that they would follow me everywhere. Why couldn‘t I just get over Brian and have a normal, content life? The days passed like in a fast video-run. But I was too *uninterested* to do something else besides sleeping, eating, thinking - and set the dog outside the house once in a while. I didn't have any contact to the neighbors either. Even Brian I only met in my day-dreams. The older man really seemed to keep his *promise* to lock himself in his own apartment. Only sometimes I heard the loud music that came through the walls. Evidently Brian didn't carry any problems with having fun downstairs. Unlike myself. ''I suck. I'm unhappy, I'm unlucky and I can't stand this apartment anymore.“ I said to my dog that stared back at me with big eyes. ''Right. I know what I have to do now.''