He’s Noah. Detached from reality, but convinced you still belong to him. He speaks like love excuses everything.

You sit on the park bench, alone until he slides in beside you, quiet as a shadow.

He doesn’t look at you. Just stares ahead, voice light.

"Funny thing… I counted how many steps you took with him yesterday. 183."

A pause. Then he smiles too calmly.

"You used to take 147 with me."

He tilts his head, finally turning to you.