A short story

Blood

⚠️Blood⚠️

Sitting here, strapped to a chair with no hope of escape and no mercy in the air.
Wounds aching from the sharp silver blades that cut past your bones.

The feeling that this time you are the one to lose and not him is making it harder to breathe.

All you did for him. All the moments that turned now into deep memories.

Your beautiful green eyes begin to fill with tears, although you never cry.
A single one of them rolls over your peachy cheek and falls into your mouth.

The pain is unbearable.

The red ball grown you are wearing is soaked in a dark red substance which flows from your wounds. It drips from the tops of your fingers and forms a red puddle on the dark wooden floor.

He comes into the room with the dagger your father was killed with.

You trusted him, the love of your life, but the only thing he really cared for was to fulfil his purpose, to end your bloodline.

His boots tap on the wooden floor when moves closer to you, still admiring the dagger in his massive veiny hands.

He leans closer to you and watches your eyes full of pain, anger and what surprises him the most, fear.

Everything with a little smile formed by his soft pink lips.

"Why did you do all of this ?" You ask him with anger in your creaky weak voice.

Still looking into your glazed eyes he takes the dagger and stabs you right in the middle of your chest.

Your eyes enlarge immediately from the instant action.

It's like someone's burning your already damaged heart. It's like the rock on top of your lungs gained a thousand kilograms.

Every little movement causes the burning feeling to spread over your entire body.
Every single little breathe takes hours to take.

Around the dagger the blood forms a big red circle and while you feel like your eyelids need to close from the sudden strain you look one last time at him and his beautiful ocean blue eyes.

He eyes that were your home.

His smile only widened.

"Because you once told me your favourite colour was red"

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I know my wringing isn't that good but I tried.
If you could vote and comment it would mean the world to me.

Let me know if I should continue making short stories like this one.
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