Where have you been all these while? I heard him say to me, his voice boomed above me. There was a hint of something else in his tone—was it relief?
Caught off guard, “Emm…do you remember me? Have you been looking for me?” I managed to respond despite the confusion.
My mind raced with endless questions. Does he remember everything?
He was towering above me, standing so close I could see the minute details of his face—the slight flare of his nostrils as he took a deep breath. Realizing the proximity was too much, I quickly took a few steps back. I need space.
"You have no idea," he scoffed, his eyes locked on mine with such intensity that I felt exposed as if he could see right through me. Oh, those eyes—stop it! Focus!
“Look, about that night… I didn't plan to scare you away. Things
