That Night

Kasan’s POV:

A loud gunshot ripped through the air and his head quickly shifted to the side, eyes squeezing close. His heartbeat took off immediately and thumped rapidly inside his chest, his smaller body curling up before mine.

I stood over him with the gun in hand, wide eyes examining the hole beside his head. Firing the gun was an impulsive move triggered by nothing but anger, yet after realizing that I’d truly taken that shot, I can’t understand why a sudden fear sprung into being. Even though it didn’t even graze him, the fact that he could’ve been dead right this moment made my chest feel as if it was being circled by vines over and over again and getting immensely tighter each time I breathed.

If I’d truly shot him like I wanted, his blood would’ve painted the wall crimson, and there would be no life left in his body by now. But that’s what I want isn’t it? He deserves to die, doesn’t he? A traitor like him should die over and over again.

And yet…my hands…why are they suddenl