Rosie's POV
I kept repeating the masked man's question over and over in my head. "Do I know you?"
I kept wondering that myself. It had to be the way he held himself. It was so familiar.
What disturbed me the most about all of this was the sudden pain that came to his eyes when he asked me that question. It was almost like he was fighting himself to even get the question out.
I wanted nothing more now for him to take the damn mask off. I have to know who he is. Now more than ever.
The fear i felt towards him just moments ago was slipping away. For whatever reason, I felt like he would never hurt me.
I took a few steps toward him. I never lost eye contact with him as I did. "I don't know. Do we know each other?..... Because I feel it too."
He took a few steps back, almost like he wa
