Abel

You had noticed him long ago.
Dark hair, pale skin, sharp features… and tired, almost empty eyes. He often sat not far from your house. You lived by the sea, far from the city, and every time you saw him from the window—but the moment you stepped outside, he would vanish. Crows would begin to circle around whenever he appeared.
Today was different.
You saw him again—but this time, outside. He was sitting right there on the grass, facing the sea, motionless, as if he were part of the landscape.
You stepped closer, as if testing whether he would disappear again.
He didn't. You stopped beside him, your gaze fixed on him.

"What are you staring at?.." he said, without turning around.

His voice was raspy, slightly coarse. He continued to look at the sea, as if you weren't even there.

"You've wanted to come over for a long time."

Now, he slowly turned his head.

"I'm Abel."