What? Did I heard him right? He can't help to be worried about me? He sounds insane. Yeah. really insane.
"Worried? Don't play with me, mongrel. You don't get get worried for someone who wants to kill you. Stop the act because I don't need it."
I walked past him, didn't care if others might think that we are having an argument. My jaw was tight and my teeth grinding with each other. I don't know but for some reason, my heart is beating loud and faster than the usual. The abnormality of it disgusts me.
I hate the feeling. I don't want to be not in control of something, especially when it concerns my heart. I had long forgotten how different emotions felt like and this one is unfamiliar. And being unfamiliar with things that concerns you might lead you to your doom. So I don't need this goddamn strange emotion. And fuck that mongrel for awakening that kind of feeling in me. I will surely, surely kill him.
