It's raining outside, with the clouds as grey as smoke-- but only much darker. Rain fell upon my face as I laid in the soggy mud. "Shall I finish him off?" Some soldier said as his armor banged against each other while walking towards me, kneeling next to me with his sword lodged into the ground once he got close enough. "Leave him," a voice said. "Let him think about his mistakes as he breathes his last breath," again said the voice, whilst his horse and foot soldiers walked away.
A simple thought came across my mind. Left for dead... what a sh*t day this turned out to be. Laughing quietly to myself-- coughing out some blood after. I began to feel cold. No longer did I feel the warmth from my body; only the blood that flowed out of me from the wounds I had. One wound just above my collar bone, the other, a knife still in-lodged just below my rib cage.
Closing my eyes, feeling the light touch of raindrops hit my face. I begin to reminisce...
It was raining then just like it is today. I was talking to 'the boy' who had reminded me so much of myself, he could practically by my own. "The rain is so peaceful," he said while staring out the window. "When I was your age rain used to be my enemy," I responded. "My mother wouldn't let me play outside when it did." Leaning my head back, I close my eyes to listen to the rain pour. It was the most peaceful moment of my life.
A smile painted across my face thinking back on the memory. I then let out one last breath...
[AFTER READING]
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I'd be more than happy to turn this into a full story.
P.S: This is my first time writing a story (generally speaking)