Simple Sight

"What would you have done in my situation?" He asks, blood dripping from his mouth, his eye covered in an old scar, a burn mark.

"Probably the same, but... I guess, we both have that flaw. Truth be told, we don't know what kind of people we truly are until the moment before our deaths. That is what Death is, don't you think, Adam?"

"I'm not, the villain."

"Perhaps to your self you're not. But, perhaps, I'm the villain for you." I say, my red eyes blazing. "Good bye, big brother."

I push his life off the cliff, my best friend for years, since I was a child, now dead. Perhaps we both had a very simple sight for the future.