Summer’s Point of ViewI collapsed to the ground, my entire body trembling uncontrollably. As I glanced upwards, I saw a tall, white man peering down at me. He had a distinctive scar on his left eyebrow, but there was no denying his elegance and the air of wealth that surrounded him. Despite wearing a gray jacket, black pants, and white rubber shoes, he wasn’t appearing to be just an ordinary passerby.With my demeanor still not calming, I slowly crawled back and nearly gasped as he squatted down to match our heights.And then he asked, “Are you okay?”I resisted the urge to reply, my attention now fixated on his countenance. The longer my gaze lingered, the stronger the sensation of familiarity washed over me, like a distant echo resurfacing.After a minute of gazing at him, he let out a sigh, followed by a chuckle. “Listen, Miss. I have no intention of hurting you, okay?”Silently, my lips remained sealed, my eyes fixed upon his face, searching for a familiar memory. Yet, despite my
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