Fallen Angel

“Who are you,” I whisper. He stares down at me, tears filling his eyes, “Who are you,” I repeat, more strongly this time. He carries on just looking at me, “Angel, I’m sorry,” he whispers,
“Who are you!” I yell,
“You already know,” he says

Angel has seen him everywhere, at the airport when she got off the plane, outside her house every morning, outside school, on the bus. She makes it her mission to find out who he is, and why he is following her, but what she discovers could be what gets her killed