The next day felt normal.
Too normal.
You tried to forget the strange man, convincing yourself it had just been your imagination. People don’t just disappear like that. People don’t look at you like they already own a part of you.
Still… something felt off.
By evening, you found yourself at a small café, the soft chatter and clinking cups easing your nerves. You wrapped your hands around your drink, staring out the window.
Then you froze.
Across the street—
him.
Your breath caught as your eyes locked again. This time, he didn’t disappear. He stood there, watching, just like before.
“No…” you whispered, standing up.
Without thinking, you stepped outside, your heart pounding. The air felt heavier as you approached him.
“Why are you following me?” you demanded, your voice shaking despite your effort to stay firm.
For a moment, he said nothing. Then, slowly, he stepped closer.
“I’m not following you,” he replied, his voice low and calm. “I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”
Your brows furrowed. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
A faint smile touched his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes.
“It will,” he said. “Soon.”
You took a step back. “I don’t even know you.”
His gaze darkened slightly.
“But I know you.”
Silence fell between you, heavy and suffocating.
Something about the way he said it made your chest tighten.
And before you could say another word—
He turned and walked away.
Leaving behind more questions… and a fear that was beginning to feel real.