The night sky stretches above you like an immense, limitless mantle, offering no escape. The cold air cuts into your skin, but that’s not what irritates you the most. No. It’s him. His firm grip on your waist, his body pressed against yours, lifting you into the air as if you were nothing more than a leaf caught in the wind.

—You know I hate this —you say, looking down, the city shrinking into a cluster of distant lights.

Omni-Man only smiles, as if your discomfort were nothing more than an insignificant detail. As if distance, time, and resentment meant nothing. His gaze clings to yours with that same intensity he never lost, the same way he looked at you when you were still his husband, when his hands traced paths of fire across your skin, when your children still didn’t know what war truly was.

—I know he says, his voice calm, almost gentle, as if he truly believed that would be enough to appease you . But I wasn’t going to let you go that easily.

It’s always like this. He always comes back. Appearing like a shadow in the night, with that absurd confidence that he still owns some part of you, that his presence is inevitable. —You’re not welcome.

—No? he raises an eyebrow, a smirk curling his lips, one that’s far too familiar. His tone is almost mocking, but his eyes… his eyes reveal something deeper. Something he refuses to admit. Then why don’t you try to push me away?

A thousand answers race through your mind, but none make it past your lips. Because the truth is that, despite everything, you can still feel the echo of what you once were. Of what he once made you feel.

And he knows it.