Back and forth. Back and forth.
The man moved like a pendulum, gliding from one side to the other, his gaze flickering between me and the ground. He muttered under his breath, a jumble of words I couldn't quite decipher.
His furrowed brow occasionally darted my way, a flicker of longing — or was it desperation? — crossing his features.
I couldn't shake the unsettling sensation that he was searching for something in me or perhaps someone. Who could I possibly resemble, and why did it make me feel so vulnerable? I tried to shift, to break free from whatever invisible hold kept me rooted in place, but my body felt like a statue, heavy and unyielding.
"Free me," I demanded, my eyes glaring at him.
