He's a Psychopath : Falling Into His Trap

EPILOGUE (PART 2)

EPILOGUE

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Vague Truth

SEOL

I pushed away Felix as he wrapped his arms around me, the memory of Kiara's fall still fresh in my mind, haunting me like a relentless ghost. "You killed her!" I screamed, my voice echoing in the empty room, accusing him of the unthinkable. His reaction was not what I expected. Instead of anger or denial, there was a strange pity in his eyes, as if he understood the depth of my pain.

As he tried to steady me, I recoiled, my body trembling with rage and grief. "Just like you pushed her, you're toying with me now!" I accused, my words dripping with venom. The image of Kiara's lifeless body flashed before my eyes, and I felt a surge of anger towards Felix, towards myself, towards the world that had allowed such tragedy to unfold.

Felix's expression softened, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. He reached out to hold my arms, but I jerked away, unable to bear the touch of his comforting hands. "Seol," he said, his voice heavy with emotion, "I'm not accusing you of anything. But please, do reflect for something that I will ask."

I stared at him, my heart pounding in my chest, unsure of what he was trying to say. "What do you want from me?" I demanded, my voice hoarse with emotion.

Felix took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving mine. "Were you taking your meds regularly?" he asked softly, his words like a dagger to my heart.

I felt a surge of rage, hot and fierce, rising within me. "I'm not crazy!" I shouted, my hands trembling with anger. How dare he suggest that my sanity was in question, that I was somehow responsible for what had happened to Kiara?

But as I looked into his eyes, I saw something there that gave me pause. Beneath the sadness and the pity, there was genuine concern, a flicker of hope that I would listen to him, that I would heed his words.

Felix's defense of me was unexpected, but it provided a sliver of comfort in the midst of my turmoil. His agreement that I wasn't crazy brought a faint glimmer of hope to the darkness that threatened to consume me. Yet, his next question sent a jolt of anger coursing through my veins.

"Are you sleeping comfortably these days, or is something bothering you?" he asked, his voice gentle but probing.

I scoffed, my frustration bubbling to the surface once again. "Idiot, where did you came up with that tactics? Trying to alter my focus or something?" I snapped, my words laced with irritation.

Felix shook his head, his expression pained. "No, Seol. Diana told me on my way here. That's why I called you because she's concerned of you as much as I am. This is the only way I can meet you because I know you would flip like this."

His words struck a nerve, hitting at the core of my pride. How dare he insinuate that I was so easily manipulated? Before I could stop myself, I lunged towards him, grabbing the collars of his shirt in my fists.

"Were you and Diana a thing?" I spat, the bitterness of betrayal poisoning my words. "Is that why you cleaned your house, to get rid of the evidences? She told you about the pamphlet, didn't she?"

As I pondered the situation, a sudden realization pierced through my mind like a bolt of lightning. In that moment, a chilling certainty washed over me, and I couldn't shake the feeling that this was it-the culmination of everything. 'Ha,' I thought bitterly to myself, 'This is the end of me.'"

Felix's eyes widened in surprise, his hands coming up to gently pry mine away from his collar. "What pamphlet?" he asked, his voice tinged with confusion. "I don't know anything about a pamphlet. And I stopped coming to school a long time ago."