It's Him

My emerald eye's connected with his dark one's, his face etched with a frown. Cold breeze ruffling through my bright hair, making some curls escape the thin band. My back pressed against the old, scrapped wall, my heart beating furiously. His Plump lips moving yet no word's reached my ear. All I could do was stand there, frozen in disbelief.

"It's him" I whispered to myself, my eye's stuck to the white cursed paper in his hands, smears of red visible. Clearing any doubt that was still left, crushing the smallest hope that he wasn't who I think he was because now I know, I know that he was the one leaving letters in my home, watching my every move, threatening the safety of my friend's.

My breath got taken away at the figure behind him, looking at me with regretful eye's. Answering all the questions in my head. I was out, I found the end of the maze.

Now the choice was mine to either take His hand and follow my heart or take revenge for everything they did to me. The only sound in the eerie room was the ticking of the clock.

Tik - tok - tik - tok, time is ticking Rose.
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