Suicide.

Chapter 19.

Diana's POV.

"Are you joking right now?" She mimicked the same voice, just like mine. That was the way I do talk, and one would call that a talent but it was really cringe.

"How can you do that?" I sputtered with my mouth in awe, wondering how she got to pull that off without any problem.

"I've been studying you for the last 8 years, and I know every single thing about you. I know the way you act and even what your next actions are going to be." She dropped the pen on my desk and then went to sit right on her seat.

She studied me for the past eight years. She's obsessed with me? No wonder she had the same tattoo as mine; they were not coincidences all along.

"Why are you doing all of this? Because of a guy?" I questioned her, and she scoffed.

"Stop speaking about him that way. That guy was the one who made you this way? That guy was the one you loved dearly. He was the father of your child, too. Did you really cheat on him?" She questioned me, making me scoff.

"What the he