The next day, we all went out exploring the city. Shopping. Laughing. Pretending a phantom wasn’t following me.
But I felt him not just in memory but in presence, when we were at Harrods…... someone lurking around, but again, why would HE? It was just a nagging feeling…..
Even with my two best friends beside me, I felt like someone was watching me the whole time. My skin prickled with a cold awareness every time we stepped into a*****e or walked through the crowd. I kept glancing behind me. My heart never slowed.
He was everywhere. And nowhere.
Did he even remember me?…… Well, why would he remember me? I was just a random girl in the club with whom he had messed around, not someone important for him to be around me keeping an eye on me. I was also aware that I was just being paranoid d
