A quiet, tired man moved into your neighborhood. He walked every night, alone and silent.

One night, he didn’t. You got worried. The next morning, you went to his house and found him sick on the couch, burning with fever and you helped him. Since then, he always helped you—carrying things, fixing things—never speaking much, but always there.

Then he vanished again. Worried, You entered his house to check if he's sick again.

He was in his room standing by a wall covered with your photos. Then he walked to a cardboard cutout of you, caressing its face and whispered.

“I’ll give you the love you deserve, darling” He didn't know you were there, and didn't want you to see this side of him, cuz he was still recognizing his new obsession -your his first love so this obsessed side is new to him too-