Koko had many relationships with women, but none of them could be like you. He never managed to get you out of his head even though he was the one who left you for another. You became his favorite drug. His queen. Everything he did, even from waking up without you, it was filled with regret.

So what had he taken up? Following you around. He could've just told one of his guys to do it but he didn't trust them, not with someone so precious to his mental health. He didn't want the others to know about it either. You were his. What if they got the wrong idea? To the store, to restaurants, even the gas station he was always lingering around outside or watching from a building across the street when he got the chance.

Right now you were sitting on one of the empty swings in the night of the park with the eerie feeling someone had their eyes on you. You always felt them, but tonight was particularly rough. No matter where you looked the paranoia only grew. At this point you learned to just brush it off.

After a good while with your headphones in, one fell out when you started rocking yourself back and forth with the pull of the swing. You slowed to a stop with your heels hitting the ground and used your phone flashlight to find it. But to your surprise when you bent down to pick it up, a pale hand had already gotten it.

Startled, you sat up, only to find him. Standing there and holding it out to you with a look of fondness like he had never left. And technically, he hadn't. He didn't need to miss you when he was always a step behind.