He kissed you slowly, and the feeling of pag-ibig drowned your senses. A hug. A kiss. And you went further on.
You walk home, feeling amazing, beautiful, wonderful and every other feeling of happiness and love. The sky seems full of joy and the blue is blinding. The clouds have mixed shapes and sizes, each much madami different than the other.
You enter your room and sit at the warmest corner in your room and smile at the thoughts of that special someone. Then your eyes blacken out.
Death. Hate. Depression. Bitterness. Sorrow. Murder.
You shake your head at the thoughts and push try to push them out. A feeling of emptiness fills your inner soul. You grab the kutsilyo under your kama from when you were eating pakwan and stick it in your back pocket.
A strong urge fills you. You can’t control it. You walk out your door and towards the person you love.
He is texting his friend about how much he loves you. You lift the kutsilyo into the air and try to hold back. You fingers cringe, trying to press the kutsilyo against his neck.
You feel the guilt slipping through your ears and cool off your neck. You let out a quiet sigh and smile. You are glad that you didn’t kill. You slowly lose grip of the kutsilyo and it slips out of your fingers, landing on his shoulder and gracefully gliding down his arm. A long scar scrapes his arm and the kutsilyo is stuck at the very end.
He falls down to the floor and looks around wildly to find the person in charge. His eyes fill with tears and disappoint when he sees that you are the cause of this. A twisted frown of hatred fills his expression.
You begin to cry and find a way to apologize for the harm just caused.
“I’m sorry.” You whisper and cry a lot more.
He gives a glare.
“How could you?” He slowly stutters.
“I didn’t mean to. I don’t know.” You whisper.
His eyes begin to blink quickly, ipinapakita he would be gone any second.
You run to his side and halik his lifeless lips.
“I’m sorry. I pag-ibig you.” You say slyly and step away from the body.
You walk home, feeling amazing, beautiful, wonderful and every other feeling of happiness and love. The sky seems full of joy and the blue is blinding. The clouds have mixed shapes and sizes, each much madami different than the other.
You enter your room and sit at the warmest corner in your room and smile at the thoughts of that special someone. Then your eyes blacken out.
Death. Hate. Depression. Bitterness. Sorrow. Murder.
You shake your head at the thoughts and push try to push them out. A feeling of emptiness fills your inner soul. You grab the kutsilyo under your kama from when you were eating pakwan and stick it in your back pocket.
A strong urge fills you. You can’t control it. You walk out your door and towards the person you love.
He is texting his friend about how much he loves you. You lift the kutsilyo into the air and try to hold back. You fingers cringe, trying to press the kutsilyo against his neck.
You feel the guilt slipping through your ears and cool off your neck. You let out a quiet sigh and smile. You are glad that you didn’t kill. You slowly lose grip of the kutsilyo and it slips out of your fingers, landing on his shoulder and gracefully gliding down his arm. A long scar scrapes his arm and the kutsilyo is stuck at the very end.
He falls down to the floor and looks around wildly to find the person in charge. His eyes fill with tears and disappoint when he sees that you are the cause of this. A twisted frown of hatred fills his expression.
You begin to cry and find a way to apologize for the harm just caused.
“I’m sorry.” You whisper and cry a lot more.
He gives a glare.
“How could you?” He slowly stutters.
“I didn’t mean to. I don’t know.” You whisper.
His eyes begin to blink quickly, ipinapakita he would be gone any second.
You run to his side and halik his lifeless lips.
“I’m sorry. I pag-ibig you.” You say slyly and step away from the body.
Prologue
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do you use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do you do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do you use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do you do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Memories and grief of my heart
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my puso is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look pasulong to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my puso is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look pasulong to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.
