#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... she was sure of that. She had watched him bled out from the stab wound she had given him. And she had fled the gory sight of his freed blood. No body could have survived such blood loss....