To Kill or To Love You
As soon as I stepped inside, a soft, familiar meow greeted me.
“Hey, Shadow,” I murmured, bending down to scratch behind his ears. The black cat blinked up at me, tail flicking with lazy affection. I poured kibble into his dish and watched him dive in as if I’d starved him for days.
Peeling off my shoes, remaining my socks, I crossed to the far wall, my planning wall. Every face I’d erased stared back at me in neat, cold order, each photo nailed in place like a trophy. My gaze lingered on the fresh one in my hand before I pinned it to the wall, another ghost added to the collection.
Bab Populer