End of Passion
Ataraxia Thunder
I am staring at the city lights while having a smoke. It’s been a while since the last time I stayed in this condo.
“Mist,” the man called me and I just gave him a boring look.
“I want—”
“Us back again?” sarkastiko kong sabi, tumango siya kaya tumawa ako.
“Sorry, but killing is now my passion, so kill that love of yours.”
“Isn’t it love is your passion?” naiiyak na sabi niya.
“People change, and I ended that passion.” Iniwan ko na siya sa veranda saka nagtungo sa kwarto nag-ayos ng damit isinuot ang agent suit. Again, I am ready to kill.
“Love? What the heck is that, I won’t beg, even if he does, hindi na ako papasok sa mundong yon, that place is chaotic, it is poisonous, venomous that can make you feel ill and numb.” Zyra Mist Alejandro, too tired of loving. If come inside of my heart you can only see words saying ‘end of passion’ because love is a killing potion.
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