#I need to stop telling my friends about jacobs well and the Bolton strid and nutty putty im traumatizing them

[the-broken-pen]

The villain stared down at them, eyes not quite cold, but not caring either. Their hands were steady. The hero shook.

“You’re my best friend,” the hero’s voice broke, and it was a plea and a statement and a reminder all at once.

Don’t do this, I love you—

The gun went off.