#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!...
Why has he returned now? Is it to finish me ! My mind is going haywire... I just lost my self... Am I fainting? A faint, bleak light on me... I can't feel myself... CPR... 1, 2, 3.... Again... 1, 2, 3... Why can't they let me go... I sense his presence near me... the man with a bloody face and a smirk on his lips.
A long.... beep...............
Life is short, this blessed soul never had anyone in her family.
Pay respect to the dead.
Be silent, kiddo...don't irritate me, funeral will be over now. I'll get your favourite pizza after this. Ok
I visualized my last hour.
My soul was yearning for something... or was summoned by that man.
Who is he?
The thief...Death or Destiny


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