My heart was beating so fast, I could hardly breathe properly.His piercing eyes were looking at me like lazers, I'm terrified of this man!! I'm really scared he looks as scary as any ghost. He has a half burn face, the left is orange and the right is white. A scar crossing his right eye and then his deadly read eyes! A black hair that is darker that the shadows and a deadly grin ear to ear smile his on his lips. He was scary no terrifying, he is something I cant describe with words.
The middle of the night, in my dark room with only the reflecting lights of the full moon that comes through the windows. I alone with this man inside this tiny room helplessly sitting on the corner of the bed shaking and shivering. And him crawling towards me, he is shirtless and there are drops of water dripping from his hair to his chest. He had white diamond ring tied to a thread it's was partially coverd in blood and the other part was still clear white, which was swing as he crawled near me.
He looked at me up and down and then started laughing like a psychopath. His voice was repeatly echoing in the room. I coverd my ears as I couldn't bare to hear his voice, but it was pretty much futile. Then he started screaming and demanded me to take my hands of my ears and look at him. He slowly raised my head and looked at him, he was like a dead man who just came out of his grave. I gently placed my shivering hands on his cheek it was rough. Was he really the man I used to know. Was he still the same man who loved me and cared for me. His really my husband.
No never, it's not possible! Because two years ago I with my bare hands had killed him to death.
~ Emoji
