She remembers him.
No one else does.
After the night everything fractured, Mara is trying to move forward. The world around her has returned to normal. Conversations continue. Days pass. Nothing seems out of place.
Except for him.
Lucien is still there.
Unchanged. Unquestioned. Unseen by everyone but her.
He doesn't force his presence.
He doesn't explain himself.
He simply... remains.
As Mara tries to rebuild her sense of reality, small moments begin to shift. Objects move. Silence lingers too long. The line between memory and presence begins to blur in ways she can no longer control.
Is Lucien real?
Is he something she created?
Or has he always been there, waiting to be noticed?
Told with quiet intensity and psychological precision, You Were Never Supposed to See Me is a slow-burn descent into perception, presence, and the unsettling truth that some things don't leave.
Even when they should.