Chapter Text
The sky is blue, isn't it?
But all you saw that day was red.
The scarlet of the dying sun. The vermillion that stained the sky. The crimson that spilled from the gleaming sliver of your blade onto the searing sands.
The encampment is far from quiet. The moans of the dying fill the air as their mangled bodies scrape and claw at their bloodied selves in a futile, desperate attempt to cling onto their pitiful lives.
Your blade clatters onto the bloodsoaked tiles.
“They're gone, Jeht. They won't bother you anymore.”
But you're gone too.
You left me, too.