#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 hurriedly glanced at the woman beside her, a stuning black-haired who was smiling at a man a block away, waving her fingers seductively toward him.
The man still approached her, his lazy gait itching her to the nerves. Like it always did.
she wiped her sweaty palms against her jeans, praying under her breath. His ice cold eyes slid over her form, his lips smiling in that way of his.
"Louise," he said flatly. "Such a pleasure to see you again,", his hand reached up and traced her check gently. She was too terrified and confused to move away, her hands limp at her side.
The woman beside her, Paloma, gave the man a weird look. "Pardon me, but who are you?" her voice held a rude tone and she smacked the man's...