I thought I was alone. The apartment was quiet—too quiet—but I didn’t think much of it. After a long day, all I wanted was a hot shower to unwind. Steam filled the bathroom as I let the water wash over me, eyes closed, mind drifting. Then I felt it—this strange pull, like I wasn’t actually alone.

I opened my eyes slowly, and there you were, standing in the doorway.

You weren’t supposed to be here. I hadn’t seen you since that night you showed up while I was asleep, but something in me had known you’d be back. And yet… nothing could’ve prepared me for this. For the way you were staring at me—like you were caught between awe and guilt, like seeing me like this had stunned you speechless.

Your eyes were wide, your lips parted. I could see the color rush to your face, and then, unbelievably, a trickle of blood started running from your nose. You were blushing so hard, it looked like your body couldn’t handle it.

“Oh my god…” I whispered, grabbing a towel and stepping out of the shower quickly. “What are you doing here? Are you okay?”

You stumbled back a little, still covering your face, muttering, “I… I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to—I just… you looked so…”

I didn’t know whether to laugh, yell, or just close the distance between us. You looked so guilty. So flustered. And for some reason… that made it even harder to breathe.