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∽ m i r a c l e ' s  p e r s p e c t i v e ∽

I drive Chance's car to my private place, which is my private resort.

I have decided to go here to have some peace of mind. I admit that these past few days are have been hell.

You can say that I can buy the world, I grow up with a golden spoon in my mouth; that I'm strong, dauntless, and courageous. But you can't change the fact that I'm only a flesh and blood. I can also feel sadness, tiredness, and pains. Most of all, I can die any moment. I'm just a human that the world makes me invincible.

After hours of driving, we reach my place with Chance. I appreciate that he wants me to cheer up, that's why I tag him along with me. I also have his car. I had my car when I reached the airport, but we needed to hurry, so I grabbed Chance with his car to escape from those bitches.

Also, I want to show Chance the world that I belong.

I park the car in front of the beach house, then we climb out of his car. While walking, I spot his car dented horribly. "I'm sorry about your car."

And all I know, fire arms are restricted inside the airport. Heh, I smell something foul things happening there.

"Let it be," Chance responds as if it is nothing to him. "Where's this, Miracle?" He inquires while exploring his cold gray eyes in the surroundings.

"My private place." I simply answers with a sideward grin.

"Oh, I see." and he nods.

"Tara pasok tayo." I invite him as I start walking to the stairs. "Papalitan ko na lang ang kotse mo, Ancy."

"You don't need to."

"Nope. I insist." I urge, "I dragged you here, so it's on me."

He pauses for a second, thinking. "Fine. Akin na ang Lamborghini Huracan mo."

"No fair!"

"Yes fair, my dear Miracle."

Here goes the name Miracle, again. I don't know, but I like it how he calls me that way.

It is because there's something in his voice that can cause an impact to my chest whenever he says it.

He already knows my name, maybe Nate have already told him who I really am.

"Bili 'yun ng Kuya ko." I mutter, hiding my pouty face.

"Oh, do you mean Kuya Mike?" I sense his smirk behind me.

"You also know him?"

"Of course," he replies while shrugging, "and he knows me, too."

"Ah." I nod one time. "Pero kung gusto mo, sige. I'll talk to him."

"Sure," he says proudly.

I only give him a frown. He's a wise monkey. It's kinda not fair. Anyway, I'll just ask my brother to buy me a new one.

As we enter the inside, there are no changes. It's been a real while since I came here. I know that there are caretakers here, I'm glad that they keep the same look since I was a child.

"Chance, there are free rooms upstairs, you can use them." I tell him, "Kumpleto na ang mga gamit doon, and don't worry, they are clean."

"Okay." his only response.

"Well, then." I say back, "Just ask me if you need something. I'll be there in my room."

I never wait for his reply and just go upstairs. This day is an exhausting one. A lot of things happened and everything were unexpected.

Chance already knew who I am and what I am. But still, he stayed. People easily gets scared after meeting a someone like me. I am now starting to wonder why did he stay with me?

I'm so stressed, now that Nathan left. It is not that it's not new to me, but I need Nate when times that I feel like I want to break down. But I have to stay strong. Really, really strong.

To rejuvenate myself, I have to take a bath. Soon as I reached my room, I go straightly to the bathroom. I take all my clothes off, leaving myself naked. Stepping inside the shower area, I turn the shower on.

I let out a breath as I feel the warm water slides upon my soft skin and form.

This calms me. It'd be better if I have tub here. I want to stay here for more, so I sit down on the tiled floor and curl my legs, pressing them to my chest. I then snaked my arms around my legs and flop my head on my knees.

I'm now breaking down. I can feel it.

I stay silent as I stare blankly to the darkness.

I can't recall all the thoughts spinning around my head this time. I feel nothing. I'm full of nothing. It's like there's a big hole in my chest that I can't tell what is wrong . . . what's missing to my life.

No matter how I search myself, I can't figure what's the cause of the void that is filling my heart.

But my mind, it's full of darkness. It's like when I'm all alone, my mind is wandering somewhere. It's looking for an escape. Escape in the eternal labyrinth that has no way out. My mind . . . is a very dark place, that no one can last inside me.

I deserve nothing but these fascinating demons that's trying to eat me whole.

I sigh and close my eyes. I want to try to cut all my thoughts. If I won't stop thinking all about these, my thoughts will kill me.

I decide to go outside now. Standing up from my seat, I realized that I have no clothes or towel inside the bathroom.

Have no choice. I have to get some clothes. I step outside with my hair and body drenched, splatting some drops of water on the floor. I walk toward the cabinet beside the bed. Then I found a small towel.

I dry myself up and hang the towel on my neck enough to cover my bosoms. I look for clothes shortly and found some.

As I wear an underwear, I noticed the surrounding is bright, even though the lights are turned off. I slowly learned that the moon is luminous tonight.

I head through the window and gaze above. I am a friend with the moon. The moon is responsible for all the thoughts that lingers on my mind.

"You'll be in great misery."

"I don't think you're hiding because you're afraid."

"You are nothing!"

"It is better for you to die!"

"Fancy that you are still alive when you don't deserve to live."

"You have no existence in this world!"

"You are a big mistake!"

All of the voices are whirling and spinning around my mind. It's like I'm being tortured in the mind.

I take a deep breath then I close my eyes. I run my fingers to my hair, "Haha," and chuckle blankly. "Moon."

It is not that so soon when the door creaks open. Unbeknownst to me, I pivoted to the direction where the door is.

There, I saw Chance with a poker face.

I furrow my eyebrows, "What?" and inquire in a rasp tone.

He only sighs, "I'll come again when you're dressed properly."

Only by then, he shuts the door.

Ah, right. I have to dress up.

He did saw nothing, anyway. The whole place is covered by the dim light. Well, if he saw something, it is not that much. Even in the dim light, my scars would not be visible, only in an up close sight.

After I clothed myself, I head downstairs, making my way to the kitchen to get a glass of cold water.

I recline my hip on table and place my glass beside.

If I'll ask myself what I feel right now, well, I just feel nothing, but pathetically absentminded. My eyes are glued on the floor.

I don't know. I trail my fingers on my face in frustration. My emotions are unstable. I feel so lost. And I don't want to be alone. It's lonely. Loneliness, it is a kind of tardiness that sleep won't fix.

I see my hands are shaking. It's like I yearn for something to release this feeling. I should lean to myself. That's the only thing left for me.

"I am calm," I say to myself and hold my hands together to stop the trembling.

And just like that, I went to my room again.

I dont know if it is real, but I can hear many whispers. Hideous whispers. As I'm passing by, I saw my reflection on a vanity mirror. I saw a dull person—a broken one.

All of the things I can hear are from my own thought.

I'm out of my mind, I can feel it. I break the mirror by punching it with my fist. It is shattered completely, creating a terrifying sound of fragments. Blood flows down quickly on my fist.

But it doesn't end there. The voices became louder. Louder and louder. And those voices are laughing at me, ridiculing my sufferings.

The voices are everywhere in this room. I don't know how to fight it.

And just like that, I go berserk.

I breathe heavily as I break all the glasses inside this room. Mirrors, windows, and all of the things that are fragile, I broke them all. I destroy everything to release the burning sensation inside of me. And I never knew . . . that I already broke myself as well.

I wailed, kneeling down on my knees. Something on my eyes stream down. It is tears. I'm crying silently and helplessly.

"Miracle . . ?"

I suddenly stop when I hear his voice. I gaze at him.

"What's happened here?" he asks as he walks closer to me.

This man . . . finds me. I don't know who he is to me. I don't know what is his role to my life. He shall not be me here, thus, he needs to stay away from me, because it'll be dangerous for him.

"Chance . . . it's you." I say breathlessly. "Why are you still with me? You knew yourself that you are not safe with a person like me. I might kill you on this place and time."

"I have already told you." he answers. "I found comfort in you."

"You will not found comfort in me. I'm a murderer, a lowly sinner."

"I don't mind." I can sense him that he's near me.

Where I am knelt, he goes in front of me. Once he is beside me, I grab a medium-sized shard of glass and point it to his neck. "Then, you don't mind if I take your life right now?"

"Yes," he states coldly, "I told you before, you are my poison. Kill me, I don't mind of it."

"Okay," I utter. I'm willing to kill him. It is not new to me.

I'm about to slash him when he briskly pounds me, preventing my attack to reach him. The moment he hit me with force, he both grips my wrists and pushed me on the floor. He is about to trap me when I reacted promptly by kneading his stomach with my knees.

He groans in pain, but it didn't give him a budge. "Hah . . . I said that you are my poison, but I haven't drunk you yet." he snickers.

"I don't give a damn." I retorted, maneuvering myself to flip the situation. I'm now on top of him. Still having the sharp glass, I glare at him with intense bloodlust. I try to stab him in the eyes. In the eyes, so that I could not see his eyes again.

But it didn't happen, because he punches me below the rib, where a vital spot is. It pains me, but it's not enough. Continually, I intentionally try to prick his eyes, but he shifts his head on the side to avoid my assault. The blade made of glass is shattered because of the impact hitting the floor. It causes me some wounds on my palms. But I don't care.

Chance dares to stand, so I did the same while picking up another blade from the floor. I waste no time after and attack him shortly with the glass. He, being on the defense mode, quickly catches my arm and renders it motionless using a technique in blocking an attack through Judo.

Not enough. I only flip the glass, pointing his direction, I aimed for his eyes. His reflexes are bit slower, so instead the eyes that I could hit, I wounded him below his eye rather. Blood streams down instantly and he winces painfully.

I punch his diaphragm, more afflictive than usual. He coughs. Then I follow the punch by grabbing his head and smashing it to the wall.

Chance became weak that fast and fell on hardwood planks. He is breathing tiresomely while holding his stomach.

"Only if you submissively surrendered and let me kill you swiftly, you won't struggle any further." I tell him, standing upright while eyeing him blankly. "Chance, you have no match against me."

"I know that I have no match against you." he coughs, catching his breaths. "I also know that there is no escape to the hands of the Death Goddess, and the only way is to fight you."

"Stubborn as you are. You are like the persons that I have killed."

"Absurd," he only laughs. "What happened here, by the way? The windows are all shattered."

I sigh, "There was an enemy right here a while ago."

"Who is that enemy? Where is that enemy now?" Chance asks in a worried tone.

"That enemy . . . is me." I tell him blankly. "It is right through me."

"Really, then why are you trying to kill me?" Chance asks.

"I can see myself in you." I answer in a low, ice voice. "That's why."

"If you see yourself in me, then I must really fight back." Chance is only laughing at me. The same as the voices a while ago. He likes seeing me suffer. "Is it always like that, Miracle? It feels like you are always at war to yourself. Now . . . silence your enemy once again."

And just like that, he speaks like a real demon. The atmosphere became dead like a hundredfold times. Immensely powerful and it emerges in me.

Chance is right. I see myself in his eyes. Deadlock orbs. I have silenced all the voices by breaking them into small broken pieces. And the only thing that I need to silence is me, through the life of Ancy.

And before I could assault him again, Chance have already kicked my stomach that causes me to be blown on mid-air and fall my back on the floor full of fragmented glass. I felt some stings on my back, but the pain on my stomach hurts more.

It is painful that I could not stand up and regain my lose strength. Chance is being serious now. He is merciless as well.

Only if I didn't let my guard down and underestimate him, this would not happen. I taste blood on my mouth. I must have coughed blood. Damn him.

I might have been zoned too far, then I only sense a hand grabbed my nape and forcefully face the person in front of me. No, not a person. Chance is my demon, and his eyes is already a hell for me.

He is only gazing at me with arrogant and numb eyes. "Do you know how a demon makes peace to its fellow demon?" he says and I only shake my head weakly.

He grins devishly evil.

I don't understand what happens next, I just felt his lips crashed into mine. A loud gasp quickly escapes from mouth as if something nearly knocked out my lungs. I try to comprehend the thing that is happening right now.

My mind became blank, but my eyes are still open, and so do his. His eyes are covered with a murderous intent, gaping deeply in me. I felt him smirk against my lips and he just deepens the kiss.

I want to resist to freed myself from his evil kiss, but my strength is slowly faltering. I can't fight the urge and opposed to my will, I close my eyes and let the sensation burns me.

Chance removes the shard of glass out of my grasp and replaces it with his hand instead, intertwining our fingers together. I sense something clammy between our hands, then I taunted that it is my blood from handling the dangerous glass. Yet it doesn't stop there, electricity goes through my whole body, almost pulling me in. He lays me down gently on the floor again, and this time, I have no left air to breathe.

I don't know, but I'm carried away by the poisoned kiss. And little did I know, I respond to him, matching his slow rhythmed kiss.

Chance chews my lower lip. And I don't know what's that for, but I let out a moan. He leaves my lips parted and takes the opportunity to push his tongue inside my mouth.

What the hell?

I tastes his mouth. And hot damn! It feels so good. Moaning into his kisses, Chance hold me on the shoulder firmly, and his other hand is caressing my forehead. I exhaled, trying to relax my tensed muscles.

I can't believe this is happening.

The kiss doesn't last long as he pulls away, parting our lips in just centimeters apart. I breathed sharply as I open my eyes and meet his. "That's cheating," and I mutter.

"I'm sorry. I don't have any idea how to calm the demon in you down."

"I'm too young to be kissed like that."

I saw a smirk lines across his lips, "First time?" I only nod. "So do I, Miracle. I have kissed my poison."

I let out a scoff, "And I have kissed my demon."

He smiles smugly and composes himself. Then he carries me with his arms like I am his bride. "Do you know that there's a curse when you kissed a demon?"

I purse my lips, allowing him to carry me and put me down on the bed. "No, I don't."

"A kiss to demon is a contract," he whispers and leans closer to my face, "A contract that you belong to me now."

I can't help but to smile, "But I am your poison. I will be your death."

"I'm already dead, Miracle." he tells me silently, "And so are you."

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author's self thought: wow. awesomely revised hahahahhaha