He stabbed the boy in his gut as the boy let out a painful scream. The rain poured heavily down on them, wetting them completely.
The boy lay lifeless on the concrete floor as the boy holding a knife stared at his hands. His eyes trailed to tattoo on his wrist that was slowly fading away.
Thinking it was finally over, he took a breath of relief. But, before he could rejoice, the tattoo reappeared.
His breath got stuck in his throat and before he knew the tears started going down his face. His hands trembled, his heart shattered as he blamed himself and a cruel thing called fate.
It seems that the boy he had just killed was not only his enemy but also his life long confidant.
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ContoThis is a prompt page where I'll be posting various types of short stories/prompts. They may be mostly sad but they might also be happy. Do not use them without permission or i will not hesitate to call you out and sue you. I claim all of this work...
