To Write The Perfect Murder || a reader-based story

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a.) Pretend that you love her
b.) Reject her

You chose b!
Continue?
YES | No

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"Do you love me too?"

I wanted to smirk as she said those words, but I can't. Love? That's not in my vocabulary.

She may be special for me, but I never felt those corny feelings for her. Did I just say that she's special? Fine. I admit it — but it is just because she's the only one who can get near me. Siya lang ang nangahas na lumapit sa weirdong katulad ko. And if you know me personally, that's... incredible.

Pero wala. Wala talaga.

"I'm sorry—"

Hindi ko na natuloy ang sasabihin ko nang bigla na lang may tumulong luha sa mga mata niya. I've always known her to be a cheerful and positive person, so crying is really shocking for a person like her.

Pinakiramdaman ko ang puso ko, but there's still nothing special that I felt. The beating of my heart is still in its normal pace. Walang nagbago. Kahit naiyak na siya, wala man lang akong maramdamang kahit na kaunting awa rito. I've realized that maybe I really have a heart as hard as stone. This may be my real nature, and to be a villain is its purpose.

Pinapanood ko lang siya habang naiyak siya sa harapan ko. I don't know what to do with her. Pilit niyang pinupunasan ang mga luhang natulo sa mga mata niya at pinipigilan ang pagkawala ng mga hikbi ngunit tila tinatraydor siya ng sarili niya. Para itong may sariling utak at nag-iisip ng kusa kahit taliwas pa sa kagustuhan ni Jia.

"S-sorry..." she said in between her sobs. "S-sorry kung nakakagulo ako palagi. I thought I have a chance to you kase eh. I never expected you to reciprocate my feelings. But I never thought that this would hurt s-so much..."

She smiled at me even though her eyes are telling me the real feelings she is feeling right now, but it still doesn't seem that her smile is fake. Para siyang napakagaling na artista, dahil kaya niyang ipakitang malungkot ang mga mata niya habang nakangiti ng hindi peke ang mga labi niya.

"I thought I was s-special for... you," she said.

I looked at him poker-faced. "You still think that even though I'm mean to you?" I shot a brow.

"Y-you treat me different than other people... You always come with me, when you are not coming with other people. I t-thought..." She looked at me as if she was about to cry again.

I smirked at her. "I guess you took it wrongly. I am just tagging along with you, because I'm bored. And you're the distraction I need."

Her eyes glistened. Bigla akong kinalabutan at kinabahan na baka mamisunderstood niya na naman ang mga kilos ko. Wala naman kase talaga akong pakialam sa kanya. Siya lang ang pilit nang pilit na lumalapit sa akin. Napakakulit niya and I'm so done with people in our house so I decided that coming with her won't hurt.

"I m-mean," I almost rolled my eyes when I stuttered. I sounded so defensive. "I still don't like you."

Okay.

Her eyes are pooling again with tears. Am I that really harsh? Tss. I don't care.

Hindi ko na alam ang gagawin ko maliban sa tumayo na lang doon so it's pretty nonsense staying there so I just turn around and walked away.

Three steps.

I already made three steps when I felt a throbbing pain in my back. I arched my back to support myself but the pain is travelling althroughout my body.

W-what just happened?

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