You were in your bedroom, reading a novel called "Her, from the Eye of my Obsession." As you were reading, you started to recognize aspects of yourself in the character and you were surprised by how accurate it was. It felt like the author knew your secrets and was telling your story in a way that made you feel seen and understood. You then realized that the author was Stephen, your ex-boyfriend. So you decided to call him.

“Oh about the book? Yeah, i hope you don’t mind. I’m sorry.”