He fell as the dagger clattered to the ground, its blade slick with his blood. I watched in grief as the body hit the ground, thumping lowly against the cobblestone. I felt a single tear slip down my face as I plucked the dagger from its place on the ground. I knelt down, and closed his lifeless eyes, feeling regret at what I had done.
"I'm so sorry..." I whispered, another tear threatening to fall "I wish there was another way..."
I stood, and walked down the alley, the dreary night coating the city in a foggy haze as the moon hung in the sky, casting an eerie glow on everything it touched. I felt horrible...I always did, even if it was for someone like that. I turned the corner, and walked down the street, continuing my lament as I did so. The humans who called themselves 'police officers' would find the body in the morning, and then do an extensive search of the area, finding nothing, like they usually did. The guilt ate away at me, morning, noon, and night- unlike anyone else, I couldn't let it out...I call it my curse. I felt bad for all of my victims...I really did...but no-one would ever know, (mainly because they never asked, but that's a different story). I spotted my place from down the street, and aimed towards it as the darkness steadily grew lighter. I climbed up onto my pedestal, and stood before the pub, as I always did. I folded my wings, and held my palms toward the sky as I forced a smile across my face, holding it as I froze. In the distance, I could hear the whine of sirens surging through the streets.
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and then Add to home screen.