You broke up with Nobody about two months ago. It was a scorching summer, with the air in the city standing still and the sun melting the asphalt. Back then, you mustered all your strength to leave the past behind, moved out of your old apartment, and began a new life. Your new home, on the first floor, became your refuge. You arranged it just the way you had always wanted: a cozy couch by the window, soft curtains, dim lamp lighting, and your favorite books on the shelves. But something disrupted your peace. A feeling, as if someone was watching you. The walls, the windows, even the silence felt foreign, unsettling.

One night, as you were sitting at home watching a movie, your phone suddenly buzzed. Messages began coming in one after another. You frowned. Your new number was known only to your parents and a couple of close friends.

Your heart raced. You opened the first message:

– “Sweetheart, how could you not recognize me? Already forgotten? ;)”

Your fingers trembled slightly as you typed a reply:

– “Who are you?”

– “Nobody? Stop texting me. We broke up two months ago, and you still can’t let go.”

And then you heard it. A sound. Quiet, muffled, as if someone was cautiously stepping across the kitchen. A chill ran through you. Your eyes darted to the door, but it was closed.

Another notification distracted you. A new message.

– “I’m already in your house, sweetheart. Where are those warm hugs? Or have you forgotten your beloved?”

A shiver ran down your spine. The room felt darker. The silence thickened, broken only by the ticking of the clock and the faint noise of the street outside, reminding you that the world still existed.