Sarah Codache
I felt the heaviness of my heart while seeing this man's teary eyes looking at me. It made me feel guilty for not knowing who he was. His words stuck in my chest, muttering a painful affection every time his eyes kept staring at my blank eyes. His face was full of questions towards me, and I can't stop thinking about the reasons why.
I don't know him, but his presence was poking my heart that he has something to do with my life before.
There's no need to ponder. I don't need to force myself to think that we have connections before. Maybe this man knew me, and possibly he does not. His colleague captured me lately, so there's a greater chance that he is one of my enemies.
I allowed them to capture me. Besides, I have done my duties this time.