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I trembled, staring at the scarlet liquid on my paws. Dripping from my claws. Gleaming in the warm autumn sunlight above me. Autumn.

"I'm not sorry, you know. If I could turn back time, I wouldn't have changed what I've done."

My eyes were scrunched up. My ears were flattened against my head. And tears silently fell from my eyes.

"You made me do this. This is your fault. This..."

Voice faltering, I looked away from the body in front of me. Her green eyes were glazed over. Empty. Voidless.

"And after all you've done to me, can you say that what I have done to you is wrong?"

I straightened my posture and cast one last, fleeting look at her. And then I looked forward, to the darkening sky, to the fading light.

And then I disappeared. 

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