You are fighting with your ex best friend, also known as the man you loved, that actually worked for the king and was supposed to gain your trust and than kill you. You guys are fighting on top of the biggest museum of the kingdom. You were supposed to steal a very precious painting, until you caught him trying to put a knife through your back, literally. He was hesitating, but you knew once you got a job you have to finish it or else the asker (person who gave you the mission) is going to finish you. You grab your sword pushing forward. You guys get into a heavy sword fight, the sound of the rain and swords is the only thing you hear. He slaps your sword on the ground and pins you down on the ground.
You try to kick him but he got you good. You stare at him with burning eyes, hating the pain he caused you. He's breathing heavily, his hair stuck to his forehead and his eyes locked on your eyes. You can see the pain in them, the guilt, but it doesn't change anything. He used you and wanted to take your life. Not like a man, no. Like a coward.
"Do it", you say breathing heavily. "Kill me", he stays quiet not moving. "And this time, look me in the eyes", you can't register what happens next. He swiftly grabs his dagger and when you think he's going to end it he pushes it next to your face, mere inches from hitting you. "No." he says, his voice full with emotion. He moves the hand on your wrist to his pocket grabbing a little bag full with pennies and putting it in your hand. He holds your hand for a couple seconds, eyes still burning through yours before he stands up and walks away. "Run before it's too late",
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Romance•Everything I post is written by me so It is not allowed to use my work in any way or form! If you aren't sure about something, always ask me! This story will be full with imagines/one-shots (all written by me). Fantasy and contemporary and obvious...
