The water is way too deep for her,
A place she can't escape, not even stir.
If not only for the drive for revenge,
She will not resurface again.
The forest is an endless maze for him,
A place he knows he must not miss.
He will hunt for as long as it...
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Chapter Twenty-Seven
ILYA
Inayos ko yung pagkakasuot ko ng aking itim na pantalon at isinara yung butones at zipper pagkatapos. Then I searched for my leather gloves around me, and to no avail, it was not here at my walk-in-closet. I am on a time limit here, because I just hacked into the police records minutes ago, and I saw my name in their system. Fucking Ryan, just opened his mou—
He sold me out to the Vincent.
I mean, hindi pa naman alam ni Vincent na ako, bilang Ilya, ang may kagagawan doon sa nangyari kay Ryan, all he could say was Amelia's name. Pero after days of being low-key going on with my life, he snitched out my identity. Hindi ko alam kung anong klaseng pagbabanta na naman ang ginawa ni Vincent sa kanya para masumbong ako.
I shake my head in frustration...and nervousness. Because I was really confident that he will stay silent, pero hindi. Akala ko na ang pagtanggal ko ng dila niya ay sapat na na banta para sa kanyang katahimikan.
Clearly, I was wrong.
"Where the fuck is it?" bulong ko at lumabas ng kwarto, para hanapin yung aking gwantes sa sala, pero wala iyon doon. Kinuha ko nalang iyong aking hoodie jacket na nakapatong sa aking sofa, at isinuot ito.
And then my intercom rings.
I frown as I whip my head into my foyer where it was attached, and looked at it for a second. Who could it possibly be? I am not expecting any visitor tonight. And no other than Sergei and Valerie know where I live.
Kinuha ko yung baril ko sa coffee table at hinawakan iyon ng maayos, at naglakad patungo roon sa pinto at sumilip peep hole. There is a man at my view and he was looking down. I cannot see his form or face clearly this way, so I turn on my camera at the intercom to get a better look.
The person was wearing a white button-down shirt, a tie with it, draped in a black jacket and dark pants. But what I notice was he was holding some sort of bouquet in his left hand, and a duffle bag on the right.
I frown as I recognize the top of the head though.
Killian.
How did he get passed through Manong Bert? You know what? That was a dumb question. This is Killian.
Isinuksok ko iyong baril sa aking pantalon at binuksan ko iyong pinto ng kakaunti. I know we would get to see each other again, but not this fast. Hindi ko alam kung handa na akong makita siya muli. The hurt was still fresh until this day.
"Ilya," he whispers.
My heart skipped a beat at the sound of my name from his mouth. After a moment of indecision, I fully open the door wide, my hands trembling slightly despite acting strong.
