ARIA

The sound of knocking on my window makes me sit upright in bed.

This feeling grows deep inside of me, and it's a mix of fear, anxiety, and the absolute certainty that I know who's on the other side of the glass.

I'm terrified of getting up and pushing my curtain to the side. The knocking becomes more insistent and it becomes harder for me to breathe.

What the hell is he doing here? How could he come here after everything he did? I should ignore him completely. Does he really think he ...