Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

“Yours?” Shane narrowed his eyes at Stanley’s deranged look and his lips curled into a sneer. “If she was truly yours, did you have to hypnotize her into thinking that you were me? Who gave you the right to claim that she’s yours?”

Stanley lowered his head after listening to him, his thoughts unbeknownst to anyone but himself.

However, after some time, the man lifted his head and wore a spine-chilling smile as he cackled, his shoulders bobbing up and down from the motion. “Yes, it’s all because of you. Your appearance has influenced Nat. If it weren’t for you, Nat would have been mine sooner or later. So, Shane Thompson, I just need you to disappear!”

Stanley reached into his pocket and fished out a small scalpel that shone with a cold glint.

“Shane Thompson, go to hell! When you’re good as dead, I will erase her memories, and Nat will not have a clue of who you are, and you won’t be able to influence her anymore!”

Stanley broke into a cackle right after and aimed for Shane’s heart.

“You’re crazy!” Shane’s face sank as he retracted a step back, just in time to dodge the scalpel.

Seeing that his first attempt had failed, Stanley adjusted his stance and aimed for Shane again.

man carefully. After putting some distance

he slumped to the ground, knees first. The man winced

ground with a clang, its

left

when he threw

sharp scalpel slit open his sleeve like it was cutting tofu, and

as blood gushed out non-stop, oozing out of his fingers, and dripped

Shane seemed to pay no heed to his pain as he rushed

that she was alright. He took out his phone and dialed Silas’s number, asking

over

at the foyer when he entered and was bewildered.

room and heard Silas. He pursed his thin lips into a hard line and said

to Stanley and