A collection of short stories

Cᴀᴜɢʜᴛ

𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑡.
Their guns aimed at me,
beside them a person I thought I had known greatly,
I guess I was wrong,
As I step onto the ledge
They grow closer
Beckoning for me to surrender
With one glance I choose my fate,
Holding up the sword I had stole
I raise it up in front of me
Taking one last breath
Before Plowing the iron into my chest
A look of plea from my now enemy,
Mumbling a simple "𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑦𝑒"
Before,
𝙁𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜.