64. Doomed life

The value of life for me has become

ambiguous. What is life other than days of death and nights of haunts?

Isn’t it better to just end it? When all I see is dick waiting to be shoved inside some pussy. But I didn’t know, killing someone would make my soul bright.

I feel reborn. I feel invincible, I feel like I can take over the world and nothing, nothing scares me

anymore.

“Where were you?” His hoarse voice was enough to tell me the storm I'm about to face soon. A hint of rage coursing through.

I looked around the dark hall, no one but a sound, a sound, anger, ire, fury, Phoenix. Words that don’t go along with him were what I felt all together coming at me.

And before his frame, the bright caramel eyes

appeared within the dark. I gasped. “God, you scared me.” I tried to mock it off.

“I scared you?” He growled and sluggishly ambled at me. His hands crossed at his chest, waiting for a

justification I don’t have. Of course, I'm not going to tell him I killed someone, and I’m ha