Blood. I see blood. I see a silhouette and I see a head. Nah! It's not just a head, it's my fiance's head, Harry's head. I close my eyes and rub it, hoping that when I opened it, it'll not be the same sight anymore that I am seeing now. I slowly opened my eyes while my body is trembling, but things are still the same, nothing has change. There's still the blood, the head, and the silhouette of a guy. And the tears that I was trying to hold has exploded like a bomb. I clenched my fist. I want to punch him til death. But then there's a tiny glimpse of thought that maybe I am just dreaming after all. Could it be? And so I pinched myself, closed my eyes, slapped my face, pinched myself, closed my eyes, slapped my face, pinched myself, closed my eyes and slapped my face. I did it repeatedly. And when I tried to open up my eyes again.. Thank God.
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One Shot (Nightfall)
Mystery / ThrillerA story of how a man can do heinous things for love.