Another Breakable Friendship : Part 2
The night sky creaked open outside Rune's window with a peal of thunder, loud and ringing in her ears and bright enough to light her dark bedroom. The wind tousled the trees outside and tugged her window.
It reminded her of that day when her mother died. The atmosphere was agonizing as it clawed her inside, tugging her soul with phantom horror, reminding her of every harrowing second.
She tried to breathe and relax. She had learned how to overcome the heavy feeling inside her chest whenever her brain decided to remind her of the tragedy.
Rune would never forget that the criminal who had killed her mother had been executed. Even though deep down, she wanted to be the one to kill the criminal herself, Rune always managed to push the thoughts away.
Because she wasn't a bad person.
A bad person was a criminal. A bad person was the one who murdered people no matter what their intentions were.
Just like the mute murderer.