𝐃𝐎𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 || ᴄʜ ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜ✪ᴛ ||

ᴍᴇ (Philippines)

ʸᵃⁿ! ᶠᵉᵐ! ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ˣ ᴾʰⁱˡⁱᵖᵖⁱⁿᵉˢ
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TW: Obsessive behaviour, stalking, violence, murder, mental illness, Non-con, Gaslighting, Death and Corpse Mutilation

“You’re breaking up... with me?” You nodded at him with a sweet, head-girl smile, your lips slightly pouted. Your soon-to-be ex frowned, his expression darkening as he stood up from the bed, pushing you aside. “Wow, I mean like, wow!” He laughed, but it was hollow, disbelief tinged with anger as he processed what you had just said.

You sat up, clutching the blanket to cover your naked body. You could tell he hated you right now, and honestly, you couldn’t care less. You both had been fighting for days, and you knew this conversation was long overdue, even if it had somehow led to one final, heated moment between you. You glanced at the mirror beside the bed, checking if he had left any marks on your skin. Nothing visible, thank God.

“Are you fucking serious, (Name)?” He spun back around, his face twisted in a mixture of frustration and confusion.

You laughed again, nodding as you spoke, “Yes, I wanted to talk to you about it, but then, well, this happened,” you gestured to the bed, still amused by the situation. You stood up, reaching for your phone on the nightstand to check the time. He mumbled something under his breath, barely audible over the sound of your amusement.

“Let’s just count this as my gift for our last time together, okay?” you added a light tone, brushing a kiss on the corner of his mouth before walking toward the bathroom.

“Fuck you, bitch! I don’t need you—” his voice followed you as you closed and locked the door behind you, cutting off his angry rant. You hummed a tune as you started to run the bath, rolling your eyes at the muffled sounds of him tearing your bedroom apart. “Such an immature jerk,” you muttered to yourself, shaking your head.

“Never mind. I only need you in my life,” you whispered dreamily, a smile curling on your lips as you gazed at your phone. The screen lit up with the photo of the exchange student who had joined the school about a month ago. He was exactly your type—short hair, lean yet strong build, and those fascinating traditional tattoos that he had once told you about.

You couldn’t wait to trace those tattoos with your fingers, to see how he would react. Just thinking about it made your heart race with excitement and anticipation.

Tonight was the night. The big party where everyone would be, including him— Philippines, the guy who was about to become yours. You had planned it perfectly: you’d talked earlier, and he’d promised to meet you there. You knew he wouldn’t be able to resist you in that little red dress that hugged your body in all the right places. You could already picture his eyes lingering on you, the way they always did.

But when you arrived, there was no sign of Philippines. You scanned the room, ignoring the countless people vying for your attention. None of them mattered, not tonight. You finally spotted him in the corner, and your heart skipped a beat. But your excitement quickly turned to anger as you noticed who he was with.

America

Philippines and your ex were standing too close, talking and laughing, you clenched your fists, feeling your nails digging into your palms. They were too friendly, too touchy, too close. It makes your blood boil. You knew your ex was up to something; after the break up. He just planning to mess with your life.

With a forced smile, you approached them, every step calculated, every move rehearsed. “Hey, Phil!” you called out, your voice bright and cheerful. You slipped your arm around Philippines’s, pulling him away from America while throwing a warning glare over your shoulder.