Heyaaaaa guys! Soooo I know that I have many failed attempts to finish a story or even create a plot for the story. And hopefully, HOPEFULLY I could finish this was one because I really really want to. Hahahaha.
PS. to all who have even bothered to read this story. THANK YOU VERY MUCH :******
PPS. This prologue is really really short,shorter than a hoe's short bc writing prologues is not my cup of tea
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Prologue
I can feel it.
Someone is following me.
I clutched the heavy paper bag I was holding tighter as I trudged my way towards the dark deserted alley. I tried to even my breathing but I can't help to panic a little because the footsteps behind me are getting nearer.
I don't know what the hell I did to deserve this but my stupidity that I sometimes confuses as courage decided to act out at a very wrong place and time.
I stopped walking and slowly faced whoever was following me. Yep, I try to be clichè sometimes.
My eyes widen as I dropped the bag I was holding. And like in those clichè stories, my eyes met a dark eyed god. Pun intended.
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