Run Off
She runs through the pale, light fog, running into the marshes. She begins sinking and realises, maybe this is for the best…
Ebony wakes up in her soft, warm bed, Obaron at her side. She sits up shaking. Had it all been a dream?
But no. Shade’s blood stains her hands. Her husband would never know who killed him. She stabs Obaron, then picks him up as if he weighs nothing, carrying him to the field in the moonlight.
History would repeat itself.
END.
She runs through the pale, light fog, running into the marshes. She begins sinking and realises, maybe this is for the best…
Ebony wakes up in her soft, warm bed, Obaron at her side. She sits up shaking. Had it all been a dream?
But no. Shade’s blood stains her hands. Her husband would never know who killed him. She stabs Obaron, then picks him up as if he weighs nothing, carrying him to the field in the moonlight.
History would repeat itself.
END.