blood. he had blood on him.
caesar fought back at first, but when he saw brutus.
he stopped. he stopped.
why did he stop? why? why couldn't he have just keep fighting back?
brutus felt dead, like hell itself was devouring him.
22 stabs. then caesar saw brutus.
he stopped.
the final blow.
23 stabs, how could you stab someone 23 times?
"we've doomed ourselves."
cassius looked at him. "we did the right thing. caesar was becoming more and more like a dictator everyday."
"perhaps. or perhaps he was just doing things in a different way."
"the people will be happy, that's all the matters, correct?"
brutus couldn't breathe. or maybe he didn't want to breathe.
he nodded.
(hint: they were not happy.)
(neither was brutus.)
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Humoryeah i might be an idiot with adhd but CAN YOU DO THIS? (starts coughing uncontrollably bc i forgot my allergy medicine)
