#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!...
Her heart pounded, each beat louder than the last, threatening to burst from her chest. She stumbled backward, her mind racing to piece together the impossible. His figure grew clearer with each step, the same tall, lean frame, the same piercing eyes that seemed to see right through her. He wasn’t...