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“Sir, my husband’s leg is broken--”
Yes, useless people.

“Please, I’LL DO ANYTHING JUST DON’T--”

It was a sunny day, as always,
I’ll stop writing in this notebook because it’s the notebook
mom’s given me. It doesn’t mean anything to me.

Although the same sun still shines.
I was tired. Tired of those annoying voices. I just had to
endure them for the last time before the world became silent.

“Auden!” Liron cried, running toward me. The madness
gradually dissolved, and the child quickly spoke, “Please stop.”
I frowned. Out of the blue? Although expected.

“Please, just trust me, you gotta stop,” Liron grabbed me
and tried to drag me back to the shelter.

Of course, I thrashed, and the people looked at their 'hero'
with gratitude. Since when had the kid become so strong?

I pushed myself out of his arms and kicked him down.
A foot on his chest, a dagger to his throat. I glared silently, watching
his throat bobbing slowly.

“The authorities are after you,” Liron said, lifting his chin
slightly.
I arched my brow: So?

“They are gonna kill you, I don’t want that.”