Jade moved into the other room like some gang member capturing territory. She was cold and unfriendly, to say the least
To be honest; she creeped me out..
Within days she had piled her junk in what should be the living room, the kitchen, even the passages. I was livid. There was no ‘shared’ space, Jade owned the flat.
Having met this monster, I didn’t say a word to Jade, I complained to the landlady. She gave me the tragic story of how Jade’s house had burnt down and this is what she salvaged.
I was still angry, because I ought have been warned. The landlady recognised her fault. My rent was lowered, but I did begin to search for another place.
It wasn’t just losing the space; it was to whom I lost it.