Coming home
MARGAUX
"Margie," my father was smiling at me. He was smiling while holding my hands firmly. "You have fought a good fight. It's time for you to come home."
Breathing heavily, my hand felt numb. It was trembling when I let go of the handle of the dagger which I had plunged into Takahashi's heart, letting him fall to the ground.
Blood had spooled on his chest, his eyes were open, but his expression was still stoic. I fell on my knees next to him, staring at the blood that gushed out from the bullet wound he managed to hit me with.
My small gun was in his hand.
With my hands still trembling and my body giving up on carrying me, I crawled to get my gun back.
It had Shiro's signature insignia on the handle.
When I managed to get hold of it, I forced my body to get up and aimed the gun towards Takahashi's forehead, my vision blurring against the pelting rain.