Him.

 I saw him today. But it wasn't him. It was just someone. Someone I didn't know. When I looked at him, I froze. I was genuinely scared. I wanted to run, but I was frozen. Petrified. I know it's pathetic to be scared of a stranger, but I thought it was him. When the stranger looked at me, I squeezed my eyes closed as hard as I could. My eyes became hot, and I could feel tears threatening to fall. But no. I stopped. I breathed. I opened my eyes to see him walking towards me. My body was trembling. Trying to remain calm, I looked anywhere but at his face. His eyes. Those eyes. They weakened me every time, and I knew I couldn't look there. I knew I couldn't be weak in front of someone who didn't even know me. I took more breaths. I was okay, and, as long as he walked away, I would be fine. But he didn't. He didn't walk away. He didn't stop. He walked towards me and sat down. He sat right in front of me and I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. My trembling hands flew up to my face as those eyes bore into me. "Are you okay?" No. I wasn't okay, but I couldn't say that to a stranger. I tried to speak, but the words didn't come out. No, they couldn't come out. I breathed more. "I am fine," I finally choked out. I struggled to throw my stuff together and walk out.  My fists tightened around my bag, and my eyes stayed on the ground. I ran down the stairs, slamming into people on my way.