For some time now, something had been nagging at him, a strange feeling every time he saw you, but... it wasn't a good feeling. Since you returned, he hadn't stopped thinking that it wasn't you who came back. Months ago, you had gone missing in the mountains near the town where they lived; you were lost for a whole week. They managed to find you thanks to the town's rescue team, but you were acting completely different.

He simply didn't know what it was, but something gave him a bad feeling, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

One hot afternoon, as they were both eating ice cream, he could hear you chattering about something that had excited you, and honestly, he wasn't paying attention. He couldn't focus on a single word. Then he decided to speak, hesitating, but the words just tumbled out without thinking, without even looking at your face.

"Hey... Who– Who are you really?"