Freaky Friday

"I would kill if I have to, I would slit a throat just to prove to you how much I love you and yet here you are, pointing that gun at me as if we didn't share a single t-thing." My voice cracked with desperation as I stopped my tears from falling out of agony.

However, despite the current situation I have with her is it so silly of me to still hope that I am only dreaming?

Hoping that this isn't real even though the coldness of the metal of the gun under my throat was cold enough to send shivers to my spine. It was cold enough to remind me that the reality I am hoping is the real fantasy.

"I can't love you and I can't even bear the thought of loving you. Remember this, I would rather kill myself just to prove to you how much I loathe you."

⚠️Expect a lot of typographical and grammatical errors, and others. I already revised this but mistake is still available.

Readers who used to read this before should expect a lot of changes as most of the scenes were revised. Thank you and enjoy!

The photo use in the cover isn't mine, cttro.