Sammy snapped out of his delusion when Aling Pasing’s shoulders dropped; she was struggling no more. He let her go and watched as her lifeless body created a thud on the floor.
He washed his hands on his face, pacing back and forth beside the still warm but no pulse body.
‘You did it! You finally did it!’ a voice in his head rejoiced like a child, jumping in circles at the victory he attained.
“No! I shouldn’t have done it. I was drunk! I was not myself,” he argued and knelt, feeling the woman’s wrist… pressing his ears on her left chest.
There were no signs of life.
“This is just a dream.” He slapped himself, only to fret because it hurt. “Damn it! What do I do?”
He stood and bit his fingernails, not looking at the dead body.
‘What’s the worry?’ the voice spoke again. ‘You’ve just
