how we got here

(a history project. written as an allegory for the french revolution.)

Because when I held Jules up in my arms, red staining the breast pocket of her white uniform shirt, my ears ringing from the gunshot that was only from a meter or so away, I knew things were never going to be the same.

TAKE NOTE: this is not an edited work. please be generous w me and understand there are probably a lot of typos.