#WritcoStoryPrompt28
Wide, frightened eyes took in the casual gait of the man walking towards her. Cold beads of sweat broke out across her forehead. It couldn't be him, could it?
It was him! That smirk on his thin lips was too cruel to belong to someone else.
But how could it be? She had killed him years ago!...
'Maybe this is some kind of nightmare' she thought. If this was a nightmare then she had to find a way to wake very fast. Trained to face this kind of situations yet she couldn't find the...