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A cup of coffee. One interview.
It started and should have ended with that.
A coffee and an interview.
Ask questions. Write, and leave.
It should be easy, right?
Fifteen minutes of his time was all I need for him to be clear of my case and from the long list of suspects. But why on earth do I keep on throwing him questions that are not on my notepad? Why do my hands keep on scribbling useless words as I drank his lean, veiny, and inked hands?
Why do I voluntarily squirm when his obsidian mysterious pools meet mine? And why the hell do I imagine his inked hands on my throat while I lie underneath him, helpless and wanton? Why do I keep imagining wicked thoughts kung saan kami ang bida?
No. Everything about me is wrong. Everything about how I felt towards him is wrong. This is pure madness.
What began as an ordinary day in my boring job become the biggest nightmare of my life. I should be running away, not drawn to him.
Not when he's the prime suspect on the serial case I'm working on. Not when he's a Torrevillas.
My mama said, run and hide from the boogeyman. Guess, I'm a very bad girl after all. I chase mine.
- Writer
