*Assassin*
He crouched in the shadows, eyes never leaving his target's back. His job was never easy but it was something he had to do, too far gone in the world he tried so hard to escape before giving in.
The moonlight struck his sword, the light catching his eye and he slunk farther into the darkness until nothing but the rain could find him.
He was tired of his life, of his job, but no matter what he just couldn't get away. He couldn't stop now.
Focussing his attention back on his target he watched as they danced around around in the dark of their home.
He was waiting for an opening, the perfect time to strike.
He watched as the figure glided around in the shadows, swaying to the beat of the rain. His target made their way towards the window in their entrancing spell-like movements and they fell into the moonlight.
The soft glow surrounded by shadows highlighted his target in the most beautiful way.
In that moment he realized he had been sent to kill someone they've never sent him after, someone more innocent than all the men he came in contact with put together.
He was sent to kill such a beauty who had done nothing to deserve this cruel fate and he was outraged.
But he had to follow orders or else what was left of his life and family would be crushed beneath steel boots in front of his eyes.
One thing he knew for sure was that this was one thing he would never be able to forgive himself for.
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So I wrote this one a little while ago. I hope you enjoyed it! The picture is the one I used as inspiration.
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Thoughts Left Behind
General FictionA compilation of short stories in a variety of different genres. (Sorry this is such a terrible description, there was no way to put it without it sounding really stupid.)
