Don't Mess With The Drama Queen

Sabi nila ang mga mata mo daw ang salamin ng iyong kaluluwa. I looked at him.

His eyes were steel and dead.

His soul was stone and demonic.

Mukhang ibang tao na nga ang kaharap ko ngayon. Siya paba toh?

He stared at me, those dark murderous eyes. His expression remained still and silent. His jaw was set and he just stood towering above me. What was worse, was that he's holding a freakin gun! He is scary with dark hair, and a towering height. He was built, but not too muscular, his presence screamed power. He wore a dark suit, his stance was tall and flawless and I felt myself shrinking away from his stare.

'He is my friend. Right?
O talagang assuming lang ako?'

His eyes showed anger, rage, and blood. I get it galit siya.
Pero ang di ko talaga maintindihan is kung ano ba talaga ang nagawa ko na ikinagagalit niya?

"Strip" his growl came.

"Ah-W-What? Uy wala namang ganyanan!" pagmamaka awa ko pa. Kahit alam kong wala talaga siyang awa.

Gago parang wala kaming pinagsamahan!

Now I know. Totoo pala ang babalang "Don't talk to strangers".

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