The rotten floorboards creaked as he made his way up the stairs. The guards forced him onto his knees with his hands tied behind his back. His head placed in the hole of the guillotine.
Nothing could change his fate. He knew.
This took place at midnight, the night where the moon glowed full and bright. The one and only one who will be the witness to his unjust execution on the behalf of God.
"Do you have any last words you damned murderer?" A guard harshly spits.
He smiled. Laughed actually. And looked up to the moon, "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"
The blade dropped. The world suddenly went upside down as his head flew. But his smile remained.
He knew. The moon saw it all.
That was the last time the moon appeared. Along with all hope for humanity.
a/n: sorry for the slow chapters, but i've decided to write and post them on weekends since i can't fit them in my schedule on weekdays :)
i hope that's alright for my few readers ! and thank you so much if you've been reading my stories, i can't express how much i appreciate it <3
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Ficción históricaShort stories that I've written of while listening to dark academia music. Most will generally take place in the older times, possibly around the 1800s, whichever date you see fit is fine, let your imaginations roam. I will also link the video that...
