He has a plan.
A plan built to tear a man's life apart - vein by vein, breath by breath.
From that cursed day, all he's ever wanted was to ruin him beyond recognition.
But death? Death is silence. Death is peace. And peace is mercy.
He's not here to...
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"May I ask who you're taking that coffee to?" His words stretched into a lazy yawn.
He did this on purpose-to remind me of my loss.
"My special guest, I guess," I replied smoothly before walking toward the guest room.
If anything, he wasn't just waiting for me to fail-he was certain of it. And I would find out why.
If only, I ever failed.
If failure ever stood in my way, I'd carve a new path-one where I win.
And that's what I did last night by bringing her here instead of just pulling the trigger.
I gently pushed open the door as I stepped inside, scrunching my nose at the strong smell of coffee in my hand.
He always spoils it by making it way too strong.
I walked slowly and calmly, my eyes falling to the bedside table where the fruit basket lay and beside that-
Interesting.
I placed the coffee on the table before turning to the bed, where she was lying-my prey, completely wrapped in the blanket.
Her fingers tightened around the fabric. Hyper-aware.
I hadn't expected her to wake up this soon, not after the way she fainted last night.
The reason? Either the trigger or the fear of death.
And lucky for her, neither of them were going to leave anytime soon.
"You're awa-"
My words cut short as she erupted from the bed, and the next thing I knew-
My own knife was at my throat.
"-ke." I finished, staring down at the blade that had gone missing from the table minutes ago.
Then I looked lower-starting from her bent knees, to her crumpled gray shirt, to the very thing that had ruined my plans last night, to the neck I had my hands around, and finally-
The empty and blank electric blue eyes that would never make me soften.
Never make me consider her innocent.
I cocked a brow.
Her whole body trembled, along with the hand holding the knife to my throat.
Weak.
I didn't think she was this weak last night.
But those dirty blue eyes-
They reminded me, every single second, who she was. The blood she was.
My gaze flickered back to the knife as I gently took hold of her wrist.
She gasped, instinctively trying to pull away. But from my grip? Impossible.
