#natm drabble comp

[buriedwithadonkey]

'The one I called my brother - Ahkmenrah and Kahmunrah drabble'

I remember the last words my brother said to me, before the cruel hands of death dragged me away. His cold eyes piercing through my dying soul. The blade that sliced my body felt like a dull ache to me. It was his eyes that stung more. To me, it first looked like hatred, and then, guilt. I felt air enter my lungs for the last time as my brother's bloodied hands silenced my screams.

'I hate you.' He whispered, hiding his tears. I could only look up at him as death slowly took me.

I could never hate him, because if I did, it would consume me like it did to him, the one I called my brother.