10.

Green brown cold eyes stare right back at my own widened ones.

His eyes are similar to mine, by colour and shape, yet differ with how intense and dangerous his gaze can send an army of chills, to someone.

The kind of thoughts which ring in mind are, ' It's him, oh gosh it's him... Why is he here? Oh my, his promise.'

I'm so dead.

" So we meet again," he says, taking a step forward while I take a step back.

This doesn't go unnoticed by him and with that, he stops in his tracks and a smirk comes onto his face.

That can't be good.

He opens his mouth to say something but we hear voices sound far from a distance. I avert my eyes away from him, in search of any person walking by. I feel a sense of relief when I do spot someone.

My moment of relief is suddenly short lived when out of the blue, I feel myself being pulled back and dragged to the other side of the tree. I am out of view now and there is a less chance of me being noticed by anyone.

What has just taken place, is something inde