#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!...
it feels like she have seen the devil just there standing with a smirk on his face , she was thinking about to run away as fast she could she knew he would try kill her for doing the same with him .
little did she know , he had different...