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Stranger

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By Megan ArtusPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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His piercing eyes startled me as I glanced up and caught his stare.

Was he staring at me?

I quickly snapped my head around but there was nothing but a rush of people behind me.

I slowly looked back at the man and yes, he was staring at me.

Or at least I thought it was me.

His eyes stabbing right through me like a sharp, jagged knife.

My breath became quick and uneven as I turned more uncomfortable with each passing second.

He melted me to my core.

His eyes were black and hard like coal and the features on his face were so sharp it seemed his cheekbones would tear through the white, fleshy skin, if he turned his face too suddenly.

The dank smell of wet concrete and mildew stuffed the warm underground air.

I felt like I was choking, suffocating, drowning-

was I?

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Megan Artus

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