They said he was quiet. Cold. Unreachable. But I saw what they didn't - the obsession behind his stare. We weren't supposed to meet. We weren't supposed to touch. Now I can't breathe when he's near... and I suffocate when he's gone. Something about him feels ancient. Familiar in a way that makes my bones ache. I think I've known him before. And I think the last time, I didn't survive.