#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?

He had left her for dead ages ago. Alone in the snow, his name never leaving her lips and she had cried for help "Joseph!! Please, Joseph!! I'm sorry!!"

Those days seemed like a dream, but now, seeing him back infront of her, it all came back like it was yesterday. His...