P R O L O G O ⌛

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YOU

"I SEE. . . it's already my turn now." I smiled at the man in front of me, who was pointing his gun towards me.

His grey orbs darkened as he stared at me, while his jaw clenched. His thick brows were creased, his hair was a mess, and his gorgeous deadly face lit up under the bright moonlight peeking through the window of his office. The three buttons of his black polo were opened and its sleeves were fold in his elbow. Gosh, he's freaking hot!

I hate how I just complimented  him when he was about to kill me.

Matapang ko siyang tinitigan pabalik. I have pride to keep, honey.

"Go ahead. Do it." I shrugged as if everything was normal to me.

"Shoot." Mariin kong wika at ipinikit ang mga mata ko, handang tanggapin kung mamamatay man ako ngayon. Well, at least in the arms of this man.

A minute of silence.

The gun didn't fire.

Slowly, I opened my eyes. A pair of dark grey orbs pierced into mine that sent bolts of electricity to my whole system. I suddenly felt weird for feeling a sense of comfort and familiarity just by looking at those familiar stares that can melt any girls in an instant. Those stares. . .

A memory of a man smiling suddenly flashed . Napapikit ako habang hawak ang ulo dahil sa sakit na narararamdaman ko.

"Sierra!"

It was a familiar voice.

"Ang ganda mo." He smiled.

That familiar smile.

"Oo na. Gusto kita."

"I like you from the moment I laid my eyes on you. . . Kapag malapit ka, nakalimutan ko atang huminga. "

Those very familiar words.

"I like you. Kahit walang chance, will you let me court you? "

And. . . a familiar man.

"I. . . I-I. . . l-love. . . you. . . S-Sierra. . ."

"No! N-No! N-No. . . P-Please. . . W-Wake u-p!. . . Bumangon ka! Tarantado!"

And lastly, that devastatingly familiar scene.

My tears absent-mindedly, fell.

I shivered when I felt something rough caressed my cheek. Ngumiti siya habang hawak ang pisngi ko. His smile was genuine, something that I never witnessed from him before.

"Kill me." Bumalik ako sa realidad when I heard his usual cold tone. Was I dreaming? What. . . was that memory?

Hindi ko namalayang inilipat na niya ang hawak na baril sa akin at itinutok iyon sa bandang dibdib niya.

I scoffed. "I don't want to be a murderer just to avenge my parents. I'm not like you." Giit ko.

Galit ako. Hindi sa kaniya. Ngunit sa akin. Kahit ganto na ang akto niya. Kahit palagi niya akong sinasaktan. Kahit palagi siyang malamig sa akin. Kahit palagi niyang pinaramdam sa akin na hindi niya ako mahal. Mahal ko pa rin siya. At gago lang. I even thought to die happily in his arms. What would he feel? Iiyak ba siya dahil namatay ang asawa niya? O maghahanap na naman siya ng babaeng ikama kagaya ng nakasanayan niya, tutal wala na ako?

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