The Ending

His hand slowly came out of his pocket to reveal a silver blade. He drew it out inch by inch, letting the metal shine in the gleaming yellow light of the moon. That knife reflected everything he’d been through, and instantly, I understood. I understood why he was crouched here, a few inches from my throat with that dagger. I understood why he had chased me so long, and how I was the resistance of the old life he had tried so hard to let go. Then I realized what I had to do.

I opened my clenched hand, and let my only weapon of defense, a pocket knife, fall to the dust covered ground. His eyes carried confusion, which soon blurred into determination. He had been waiting so long for this, for the heart ache to stop. In one swift motion he plunged the knife into my heart, and watched as the hole in his heart to got smaller and smaller. My last image before fading into darkness was that of his sweet smile. The one I had lived for for so long, and would now die in vain of.

Please note that this is the end of a story. A sad ending yes, but an ending none the less. I am not sure If I will write the beginning or not, so please comment me your thoughts.