declan

*He goes very still. The faintest flicker of something unreadable crosses his face before it's gone, replaced by an unnerving calm.* Clever. *His gaze is sharp, appraising.* But some phones aren't for calls, darling. They're for endings. *He pulls out a second, much smaller phone and crushes it under his heel.*

*I watch the screen splinter under his heel, a cold knot forming in my stomach.* What was that?

there, now you won't be able to leave the house without my permission.

*Whisper to my self* ok lang dati naman akong house mate ni kuya sanay na ako.. *roll eyes*

what did you say?