I stood back and watched, I almost felt my heart break at the sight. Not once had I figured how much it impacted others by just killing one person. Not once had it occurred to me that whoever I decide to kill could be a mother, a sister, a father, a brother, a daughter, or a son.
He just seemed so torn down, his muscles weren't as tense and he refused to moved away from the hug the three of them shared.
"We aren't leaving," Alexis said, staring at me over his shoulder and I averted my gaze.
Finally, he peeled back to look at them and he was disheveled but he had a gleam to his expression that I had not seen on him before.
He wasn't suffering; not anymore.
"How are you guys even h-" he stopped himself, following both of their gazes that lead to me but for some reason his gaze bothered
