12 | 𝖤 𝖫 𝖤 𝖠 𝖭 𝖮 𝖱

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Killian Macrino Salvatore perspective

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Killian Macrino Salvatore perspective

I couldn't still get over the fact that she blurted out so many things.

Somehow in the corner I felt guilty?

I stared at the buildings from my cabin, I am doomed with the same thoughts over and over again.

All over the same guilt inside me is eating me up and is leaving no crumbs at all.

But what shocks me is that I hate the feeling, the guilt that I am feeling.

Maybe because I have never felt this before.

Abigail Silvester

The same name and her face when she was saying me those words are making me insane.

I couldn't even imagine a woman can affects me this much. Probably because I have never met such woman or I have?

How can I forget the woman?

She destroyed me.

She made me vulnerable.

She made me feel pathetic of myself.

She made me cry, the tears of blood.

She have did every possible things to me but never loved me.

Never.

But I loved that woman.

That bipolar woman who made me feel worse

That woman who can spread her legs over to any men.

How can I forget the heartbreak?

I hate her, but at some point, at some corner I still have feelings for her.

The door swept open, and I turned around to look who is it? to see Lyci. He looked at me but that look made me confused.

Serious?

"I will get straight to the point, Killian." I frowned when he looked at straight to my eyes before speaking.

"From Suzen, I came to knew that you have been skipping your meals for two days. Even you weren't at home today?" I closed my eyes when I spoke.

"Did you came all the way over to ask me this?"

"Its important, Killian."

"Its not important, Lyci. Don't push me." He signed before speaking.

"I am not pushing myself but I deserve to know it since I am your brother. Even I want to ask about what happened two days ago?" I frowned at his question, confusion echoed through my face when I spoke.

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