Seventeenth Floor
Description
This story mentions depression a lot.
But yeah, here's my Taoris story about people watching.
Foreword
It's well past 2 am and the sad man isn't doing anything different than usual. In fact, in all the time of looking across the street, Huang Zitao has never noticed anything close to different in that seventeenth floor apartment. Occasionally another yellow sticky note would be added onto the walls. Less often, one would be taken down. Other than that, the sad man always continues his same old routine.
Tao has found himself interested in this one room, in what he would claim to be a 'totally anything but creepy' way. It's been two months since he first showed interest and he has actually familiarized himself with this strangers routine.
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