He is going after him. He is going to kill him. I can see that in his eyes, in the way he was pulling back the string of his bow and notching up the arrow. I can see the fear in his eyes. I can see his helplessness. He is going after the wrong person and they will kill him the moment he releases the arrow. They are setting him up. They are setting him up for a murder he never did.
I cant let that happen.
I guess at the end this is how we were supposed to end up as. An unrequited love to die in the hands of her love. Sounds like a good way to go.
I should have told him last night when I had the chance.
I should have told him last year when he came back from the border.
I should have told him when I was five and he first moved across us.
He released the arrow just in time as I stepped in.
It pierced right through my heart.
I can hear his scream. I can hear him cry. I can feel him lift me up the ground, running through the streets desperately. I can feel his tears falling down on my face.
But I was dead already.
And he knew that too.