Five years ago, you moved away, changed your name, got a new job, and altered your appearance. But they managed to find you anyway.
It was a rainy Tuesday afternoon when I first saw them. I was sitting in a coffee shop, minding my own business, when a familiar face caught my eye through the window. My heart skipped a beat as I realized it was them - the ones I had been running from for so long.
I quickly gathered my things and made a beeline for the back door, trying to slip away unnoticed. But before I could even reach the exit, a hand grabbed my arm, pulling me back.
"Sarah," they said, using my old name. "We finally found you."
I tried to pull away, but their grip was strong. Panic set in as I realized there was no escaping them now. They had tracked me down, despite all the precautions I had taken to disappear.
I don't know how they found me, but it didn't matter anymore. My past had caught up with me, and there was nowhere left to run. I had to face them, face the consequences of my actions.
As I looked into their eyes, I saw a mixture of anger, hurt, and betrayal. They had been searching for me for five long years, and now they had finally found me.
There was no turning back now. I had to confront my past and find a way to make amends for the pain and suffering I had caused.
And as I stood there, face to face with my past, I knew that no matter how hard I had tried to run, the past would always find a way to catch up with me.