I TRUSTED HIM... LOOK WHAT HE DID TO ME

He twitched as his vision started to blur. He turned to the other side, struggling to fill his lungs with air. All he saw was red as the smell of copper reached to his nostrils. He reached for the white handle that was visible on his stomach. Red drops splattered everywhere as the metal shined with crimson blood. He recalled the moment that happened here as he clutched it tightly with his shaking hands. He can still hear the footstep of a traitor that he thought who can trust with his life a few minutes ago. His eyes caught a round shape of glistening silver. ''Everything can be sold for a bundle of coins''. He raised the knife to his chest and let it sink through his throbbing chest. Metal hit the ground and he collapsed. His last thought expressed the same thing as the Ceaser's last words, “Et tu, Brute?” Betrayal is painful than death.