My secret
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I grew out of romance novels. Not that I don't enjoy it, I just no longer believe in it. Instead of constantly pinning for the day that 'one and only' would come for me, I decided to switch my taste towards mystery genre and detective stories. At least, it is much more realistic than romance novels could ever be…
In truth, I just didn't believe that anyone would notice me enough to care for me, to love me… Getting killed by a serial killer seemed to be a better choice than having to pin for love that is not going to come.
Foreword
I watched as she stared longingly at him, knowing fully well that another round of spazzing would fill my ears.
"Isn't he the cutest?" she sighed.
"He might just turn out to be a serial killer disguised as a student…" I said shrugging.
"What's with you and serial killers? Try some less violent books next time…"
"You mean like romance novels?" I stared at her, with a bored expression plastered on.
"Come on, all these lovey-dovey stuff would've been much better than those sick psychos who goes around killing.", she replied, rolling her eyes.
"Thos girls who goes around flirting and oogling at boys are way sicker." I said, making gurgling sounds
"That's ironic, considering the fact that you used to have a soft spot for such books…"
"Hmm… I guess I just grew out of it…"
Just saying:
I won't be updating this until i'm done with the rest of my fics. needed to put this up before i forget about this plot. :D
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