Cant Explain...

Okay, I can explain... The man in my living room looked exactly like me, right down to the scar on my chin.

He held my phone, scrolling calmly. “You called me,” he said. “Three weeks from now.”

I checked my call log an outgoing call dated in the future. Same number. Same duration.

He smiled, tired. “I’m here because you don’t listen.”

Then he reached for the knife on my table, the one I don’t remember buying, and said, “This is where you finally do.”