Worst decision
Writing a letter, definitely not my thing. But I tried to do it anyway. I was calm with only four days left for me to live. It was like my mind was prepared for that. So before dying, I wanted to write a letter for the ones I cared about even if they were betrayers. But not a single word came to my mind which was hypersensitive for some reason. I could hear each tick of the clock, feel itching on my arms and legs, feel the pain in my bones, the stiffness in my muscles and the uneasy knot in my chest. I jumped out of the bed and picked up my blessed sword. I needed to ease off the edgy feeling and I had no other option. It was two in the morning and the only sound I heard was the wind and the crickets. I stepped out of Jayden's house in the lawn area where we practiced before but as soon
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