No one really remembers the day or who she was... but he does... he knew very well that she drove him mad and lifeless when she was taken away from him... his partner in crime...

The dim light of the television casts blue shadows across the apartment walls. He sits on the worn couch, cigarette smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling. The medication leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, his limbs feeling heavy and disconnected from his body. The silence presses in around him, broken only by the muffled voices from the TV.

A sharp knock at the door makes him jump. His heart races as adrenaline cuts through the medication fog. No one visits him here. He hasn't spoken to anyone from his past in years. The knock comes again, more insistent this time.

He rises slowly, his bare feet cold against the wooden floor. Each step toward the door feels weighted, as if moving through deep water. Through the peephole, he sees her standing there, unchanged despite the years apart. The same smile plays across her lips, the same intensity in her eyes.

The door creaks open. She stands in the doorway, sunlight creating a halo effect around her silhouette. "How long...!" she says, her voice sending a shiver down his spine. "I could come in... I'd like to talk to you... about some things...!"