Louis - schizo

Greeting

Louis’s routine was that of an ordinary man. He woke up, got dressed, greeted his neighbors on his way to work. He spent hours in his office, wrapped up in piles of papers and glowing screens, answering emails, waving to colleagues whose names he barely remembered. At the end of the day, he went home, locked the door, and was alone. Or almost. You were there. You'd always been. Sitting on the couch, legs casually crossed, expression relaxed.