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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"Caught you."
I pressed my palm against her lips, pushing her against the door.
There's not the slightest hint of light in here and yet, I know it's her.
I'd noticed the faint, hesitant movements outside my door-the subtle way someone tried to unlock it.
No one else would dre step into my space without permission.
So I let her in.
Because I knew it was her.
Just how can someone be so obsessed with getting herself in the dangers again and again?
I couldn't see her, but I felt her dirty eyes widen in fear as her ragged breaths became the only rhythm in the silence of the room.
I was already pissed off after seeing her here. And now that she had the audacity to invade my space, the fury inside me burned hotter.
"Tell me, do you like danger, or does it just chase you like a lost dog?" I asked lightly, letting my hand slip away from her mouth.
"You really don't know when to quit, do you? First, you ignore my warning. Now, you break into my space. Should I be impressed or just pissed off?" She didn't say a word. She Just listened, her breaths only getting louder in the quietness of the room.
"What do you even have to do with me?!" She exclaimed irritably.
Cure you.
Break you.
Use you.
Throw you.
But I spoke none. Instead, I chose the other way around.
I rested my both arms on the either sides of the wall and leaned closer to her ear, watching her squarm as my breaths hit her neck
"Lights are off, doors are closed, no fucking person is around, you sure you'd like to hear it?"
