I saw him before he saw me. Or maybe... he saw me first. He didn't speak. Didn't blink. Just stood there - dark coat, darker eyes, watching from the shadows like he belonged to a different world. And something inside me shifted. I didn't know who he was. I didn't know what he wanted. But later that night, when I found the card in my coat - black, smooth, nameless - I realized one thing. He hadn't come to say goodbye. He came for me. And this was only the beginning.
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