LOVE OR OBSESSION

Lost in the vast world of humans, he remember nothing. Alone, like a cloud drifting endlessly, he wandered in search of shelter. He was utterly exhausted, as if he had broke a mountain. His legs trembled, too weak to carry him, yet he pushed forward, driven by sheer will. But he could not stop himself from slipping into unconsciousness. He collapsed heavily, his body giving way, and drifted into the darkness, losing all sense of the world around him.

When he finally opened his eyes, he found himself inside a small apartment, or perhaps a modest house. Confusion clouded his mind; he remembered nothing of what had happened after he lost cousiousness. His gaze wandered across the unfamiliar room, his eyes wide and strange, searching for meaning in the shadows around him.

“Oh... you woke up”, a sweet voice drifted frombehind. He froze for he had never heared a sound like this before- gentle, melodic, unlike any voice that had ever reached him. His strange eyes widened, filled wih both wonder and fear, as he turned slowly toward the sorce of that unfamiliar tenderness.

He turned back and saw her- a beautiful woman, perhaps twenty- five or twenty- six, standing quietly behind him. In her hand was a towel, and she was gently trying to wipe the water from her soaked fingers. The simple act carried a strange grace, as if even this small gesture held meanings.

For a moment, he just watched, his mind still clouded with confusion, yet drawn to the calmness she radiated. The silence between them felt heavy, but her presence seemed to soften the weight of his loneliness.

“Now that you’re awake”, she said softly, “tell me about your home... about your relatives. Is there someone close to you I can reach out to? Perhaps a number I could call, so your parents or someone dear might now you’re safe”.

Her words carried both concern and gentlenes. He blinked, his mind still foggy, searching for fragments of memory. But nothing came- nothing, no name, no place. Only silence echoed inside him.

He kept staring at her with those strange, bewildered eyes- eyes that had never seen humans before. To him, she was something entirely new, almost unreal, like a vision that didn’t belong to the world he knew. Every detail of her presence- the way she moved, the softness of her voice, the warmth in her gaze- seemed foreign, as though he had stepped into a realm beyond his own.

The world around him felt distant, unfamiliar, and he hinself seemed like a strange wandering through it. She, standing there with her towel, become the only anchor in this strange reality, the only human figure he had ever encountered.

He gazed at her continuously, his eyes filled with strangeness, as though she were a creature from another world. To him, humans were unknow- their gestures, their voices, their warmth all felt alien. She seemed new, almost unreal, standing there with her towel, drying her hands.

He felt himself drifting further from the world he had fallen into, a world that seemed to reject him, or perhaps one he had never truly belonged to. His stare was not of recognition, but of wonder- like a traveler who had stumbled into a land he could not understand.

He did not even recognize himself- his mind was a blank canvas, stripped of memory and identity. Every thought felt broken, scattered like fragments of a dream he couldn’t piece together. He tired to understand what she had said. what she was saying now, but the words slipped away from him, dissolving before they could take shape.

It was as if he had awakened not only in a strange place, but inside a strange version of himself- a hollow shell searching for meaning. The woman’s presence was the only thread trying him to reality, yet even that felt fragile, like a voice echoing in an empty chamber

He pressed hard on is mind, forcing himself to remember- his name, his past, his home anything that could anchor him. But it was in vain. His thought were empty, like pages torn from a book. No matter how much he tired, nothing surfaced.

The silence inside him was heavier than the silence of the room. He felt like a man without a history, a soul erased from the world. The woman’s presence was only reality he could graps, yet even she seemed like a strnger from a realm he had never known.

He was caught in a storm of fear and confusion. As the girl stepped forward, her eyes full of kindness, he saw her not as comfort but as danger. His heart raced, his breath quickened- the world felt hostile, even in her gentle presence.

In a hurried motion, he pulled back, desperate to protect himself. But his rereat was clumsy. His foot slipped, his balance broke, and in an instant he tumbeled from the bed, crashing onto the cold floor on the other side. The sound echoed in the small room, a harsh reminder of his fragility.

The girl gasped softly, torn between reaching out to help and respecting the invisible wall of fear he had built around himself.

She saw him fall, his body hitting the flor with a thud. For a moment, her heart clenched- she had only wanted to comfort him, to ease the storm she saw in his eyes. Slowly, she knelt beside him, her movements careful, her voice soft like whisper.

“It’s alright… I won’t hurt you,” she said gently, reaching out but stopping just short of touching him, respecting the fear that kept him distant.

He lay there, breathing heavily, his eyes darting between her face and the walls, as if searching for escape. To him, she was still danger, a figure from a world he didn’t understand. Yet her calmness, her patience, began to weave a fragile thread of safety in the air.

She saw his fear, but instead of stepping back, she calmly reached out and held his hand. Her touch was gentle, steady — not forceful, not demanding. For the first time, he felt warmth instead of danger.

His strange eyes softened, the tension in his body slowly easing. The storm inside him began to quiet, and though he still didn’t know who he was or where he belonged, he felt a fragile thread of trust forming. Her presence no longer seemed like a threat, but like a light guiding him out of the darkness.

She gently lifted him from the floor, her movements slow and careful, as if afraid he might break under the weight of his own fear. With both hands steady, she guided him back to the bed and sat him down softly, like one would place a fragile glass upon a table.

She gently lifted him from the floor, her movements slow and careful, as if afraid he might break under the weight of his own fear. With both hands steady, she guided him back to the bed and sat him down softly, like one would place a fragile glass upon a table.

The sudden chime of the doorbell broke the fragile silence. She rushed toward the door, her steps quick but her manner calm. When she opened it, a man stood there — tall, perhaps twenty‑eight years old, his expression unreadable.

The man stepped forward without hesitation, his eyes burning with passion, and before she could react, he kissed her. The moment was sudden, charged with intensity, and it shattered the fragile calm that had just settled in the room.

She froze, caught between surprise and confusion, while the one sitting on the bed watched with wide, bewildered eyes. To him, this act was incomprehensible — another strange human gesture from a world he did not understand.

She smiled gently, pushing him back with calm strength. Her voice carried both warmth and firmness as she said,

“There is a guest in my house.”

The words hung in the air, soft yet clear, reminding him of the presence behind her — the fragile soul sitting on the bed, watching everything unfold with wide, uncertain eyes.

He sat frozen, his eyes locked on them, unblinking, as though the world had narrowed down to this single moment. Every movement, every word, every gesture between the girl and the man at the door seemed magnified in his vision.

To him, it was not just a scene — it was a puzzle, a mystery he couldn’t decode. The closeness between them stirred something unfamiliar inside him: confusion, unease, perhaps even jealousy, though he didn’t yet understand such emotions. His stare was heavy, almost haunting, as if he were trying to read the truth hidden beneath their actions.

The man’s eyes shifted sharply toward the figure behind her, then back to the girl. His face grew serious, his voice low but firm as he asked:

“Who is he? Your new boyfriend?”

The question cut through the room like a blade, heavy with suspicion and emotion. The girl’s smile faded into a look of quiet tension. Behind her, the guest sat on the bed, still watching without blinking, his strange gaze fixed on the unfolding scene. To him, the words carried no meaning — “boyfriend” was a concept he could not grasp. Yet he felt the weight of the man’s tone, the intensity of his stare, and the sudden shift in the air.

Her patience finally cracked. With an irritated tone, she pushed him back and said firmly:

“Shut up. He is just a guest.”

The tension softened as the man smiled, his voice steady but filled with reassurance.

“Oh, I know… please don’t be angry. I know that you are loyal with me.”

His words carried a strange mix of confidence and vulnerability, as if he wanted to calm her irritation while also reminding her of their bond. The girl’s expression eased slightly, though the air between them still held a trace of unease.

Behind her, the guest remained silent, watching every detail with those unblinking eyes. He didn’t understand the meaning of “loyalty” or the emotions wrapped inside the man’s words, but he felt the weight of them, the way they shifted the atmosphere in the room.