Theres no way. The guy you liked died yesterday? Unbelievable. You were at your best friends house, scaramouche. Crying onto his shoulder, talking about HIM.

“Shh, shh.. The police will catch the murderer soon, don’t worry about it.” He spoke softly, you could feel him chuckling a bit. As if trying to hold his laugh.

His smile curved up a sly smile, without you noticing.