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She dashed through the murky route, a white thread slashing through the darkness. Each gasp was in sync with the steps of her salvation. Her feet have landed to the scattered shards on the ground, causing her to leave a scarlet trail on the undisturbed path. She tilted her head behind her only to see the terrifying shadow swiftly closing the distance between them. She scrambled away, not wasting a second of her life. She didn't mind the anguish slowly swallowing her body. She didn't mind the breeze going in her direction. She just needed to get out of there alive.

                            One, two, tree                                                            coming home at twelve                             Four, five, six                                                            such a welcoming shelve                             Seven, eight, nine                                                             they're drowning in red                             Ten, eleven, twelve                                                             crawling to your bed

She was limping through her agonizing journey when she found a concealed corner. She took a deep breath as she dragged herself into hiding. It was only when she was sitting did she realize that she's drenched with blood. She slashed a portion of her dress and wrapped it around her wounded foot. She sighed for a moment only to tense right away. She could hear some strides getting near. She bit her lip so that she wouldn't be tempted to scream. Her chest throbbed like a gong as she braced herself for an attack.

                             One, two, three                                                             will not leave without a fight                              Four, five, six                                                             hardly gripping on a scythe                             Seven, eight, nine                                                              will try so hard not to cry                             Ten, eleven, twelve                                                             screaming to the last goodbye

She waited. It seemed like hours have passed but there's still no one there. She squeezed her eyes shut, anticipating a staggering move. However, there was nothing. She sat there for more minutes and more hours. Assuming safety, she got out of her sanctuary. There's still an odd sensation encircling her presence. She tried to look for signs left by her captor. But everything around her was telling her that she's been alone all along. Confused, she looked at her hands. She's holding a knife soaked with blood. Is it hers? Is it someone else's? She doesn't know. She dropped it on the floor and scampered away.

The two of them are on top of the world, and with only a little bit more, they’ll be on the edge. No one else knows where they are. Instead, the music circulating on their veins take them away from the fact that she is with him. No one else knows that the town will forever be dripped in red starting from that night. No one else knows.

She looks at him though, as if he created the universe with his smile. Her ribcage breaks from how fast her heart beats. It is chaos to be in love with him, but she doesn’t know it yet. Tick tock — Her breathing halts  — tick tock  — after he sings her name  — tick tock  — and she thinks her whole existence will rupture —  tick tock  — with the sound of his voice. She barely hears someone screaming at the strike of midnight. And with another tick of the clock, her mind becomes a black hole.

He knows he has this effect on her, of course, and his soul rejoices with it. But does he put his lips on hers? No. Instead, he caresses her fingers slowly and softly. Then he whispers, “Like waves crashing on your shores.” He reaches for her neck, and he sucks in her smell. “Like a storm coming your way,” he continues. Then as his nose ventures from her jawline to her cheeks, he goes, “Like a gun sketching on your face.”

The night appears to be calm. Both of them appear to be calm. She appears to be calm. But —

The night feels flustered. Both of them feel aroused. She feels dizzy. And he feels victorious. He starts —

He tells her she is a treasure chest that shouldn’t be hidden from the world. So he opens her up like her insides are gold. She feels like glowing. He kisses her curves in between like knives cutting through skin. It’s a ticklish feeling, she thinks, as a satisfying warmth flows down to her stomach. He pulls her out. And if she was struggling to breathe ever since he kissed her skin, she struggles more so as her lungs die from his touch. But she still feels like glowing, as if she is the sun. She is the sun to his universe.

This time, he finally he kisses her lips as his fingers linger on her cheeks. She notes to herself that he tastes painfully delicious. He looks down on her and she blushes. She covers her heart, embarrassed that maybe he can see his own name on it. But he can see it, and so he travels in between her heartstrings, planting his teeth. He smiles at her after, and her heart stops right there. But she manages to kiss him, and she gets dizzy again. She feels him punching something, but she calls out to the universe. Her moaning harmonizes with the night’s melodies.

And then, “I’m in love with you,” comes out from her abused and wet lips as it reddens more than a red sea. “I’m in love with death,” comes out from his as he horribly presses hers together. “Then I am too,” she continues, but her words disappear with the wind’s cries.

Tick tock — There is silence, then a couple more exchange of murmured words — Tick tock.

The two of them are on top of the world, and after crawling gracefully on this starless night, she finds herself on the edge. And she falls down. No one hears her groaning as she lands on the scattered stars on the ground. No one even notices. Until everyone does. But no one knows what happened. No one.

Six hours later. Six days then. Six weeks after. No one still knows. And no one knows that someone knows. That he knows.

He remembers their last words. He remembers his heart dancing on fire. “Don’t mention it,” he says after she thanks him. He remembers her eyes bleeding and burning. “Won’t even think about it,” she says before she closes her eyes.

No one else still knows what happened that night. No one even notices his murderous eyes prying on everyone who asks him about her. Because, no one will ever admit it, but everyone is probably in love with him too. So no one else questions when he answers, “It’s suicide.”

Sunlight:  list five things you find to be beautiful.

The strong aroma of coffee lingering inside a coffee shop. How it welcomes you the moment you open the door. How it seems to rearrange your cluttered thoughts.

Waking up to the sound of raindrops dancing on your roof. How it gives a dreamlike mood to your reality. How it feels like a hug from a person you’ve been longing for, for a long time.

Laughing so hard with the ones you love to the point that there’s no sound coming out from your mouth. How it sends a sweet pain to your stomach. How satisfying it is to just be… happy.

The eye conversation you have with your best friend. How you can understand each other without words. How comforting it is to know that someone can understand you even when you don’t try that hard to explain yourself.

That moment when you finish the first draft of something you have always wanted to write. To read the imagination that used to only exist in your head. To watch it materialize with your own eyes.

7:Talk about your biggest insecurity.

 I envy those people who socialize so easily. HOW DO THEY DO THAT? hahaha ..I can’t even talk without messing up or regretting the words that I”ll say hahaha  yes I’m an awkward person hahaha.. It’s just that it’s hard for me express my feelings and I’m not sure what to say ..yeaah, fear always is creeping in my being like eating me up but I won’t allow it to.. I’ll just pray for it that this insecurity soon be gone like how waves toss the oceans.. I’m in the process of “getting out” of this said insecurity.. Through God’s help I can!

14:Talk about a vacation.

3(or maybe 4) years ago, my family went to some parts of Europe.. WHICH IS SOO FUUN.. IT’S A  DREAM CAME TRUE.. I LOVED EVERY PLACE WHERE WE WENT.. I LOVE  THEIR CULTURE.. I LOVE THE WEATHER.. ACTUALLY I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THAT TRIP.. WE WENT TO EIFFEL TOWER.. but it was crowded there so I didn’t have the chance to go up in the Eiffel Tower .. BUT ATLEAST I HAVE A PICTURE WITH THE EIFFEL TOWER, RIGHT?HAHAHA.. I ALSO LOVE THEIR ACCENTS OHHH ESPECIALLY THEIR FOOD HARHAR I FEEL SOSYAL WHEN I’M EATING THEIR FOOD YAKK CONYO HAHAHA K AND OHHH WE WENT TO DISNEYLAND AND WE WENT TO THIS ROLLER COASTER AND IT’S MY FIRST TIME.. AT FIRST I DON’T WANNA GET IN IT BUT IN THE END I ENDED UP ENJOYING HEHEHE.. AND WE HAD A PICTURE WHERE WE’RE IN IT AND MY FACE IS PRICELESS I LOOK LIKE A SCARED BABY HUGGING MY MOM HAHAHA..sad to say that  the rest is quite blurry TT___TT blame my poor memory hahaha