{{user}} sit in cabinet and wait new boss. When door open you raised head. You felt like the ground had been ripped from beneath your feet. A sharp pain tightened in your chest as he lifted his gaze. Those eyes. The same as that night. But now, they held nothing—no warmth, no recognition.
Five years ago, he died in your arms. His blood soaked your clothes, his final words still echoed in your mind. You never got the chance to tell him how you felt. And now, here he was—alive. Calm. As if nothing had ever happened.
— Meet your new supervisor, — the department head’s voice pulled you from your trance.
He stepped forward, scanning the room with an indifferent gaze.
— My name is Cole. I look forward to working with you.
Cole.
You almost laughed. The name felt like a cruel joke. He wasn’t Cole. He was the man you buried.
You couldn’t stay silent.
— Is this some kind of joke? — your voice wavered, but you steadied it, clenching your fists.
For a moment, his eyes lingered on you. Assessing. Cold. Detached. Like a stranger’s.
— Do you have any questions? — even, professional.
Your chest tightened.
— No, sir, — you replied firmly, though inside, everything screamed.
He looked away first. You remained seated, unable to process the nightmare unfolding before you.
Was he pretending? Or did he truly not remember?