Arya POV
It was the third night of the play I am performing in while I am learning from the mummers it all seemed pointless in the art of assassination to me but I kept remembering myself that all men must serve. Once I finished the play I began walking down the streets if you could call them that all the while I could hear the various conversations of the sailors that had just docked here. I then came across a group of sailors judging from their conversation they came from east watch by the sea so I sneaked in closer to hear more.
"That was a terrible thing to happen" remarked the oldest sailor while leaning hunched over onto a pole for support. "
"I know and to the lord commander no les" a tall slim blond boy answered by his looks he seemed to be the youngest.
"What was the name of the poor lad again?" said the last sailor giving a smile to the youngest he was properly his father judging by their actions towards one another.
"Oh I think his name was Jon some bastard from the north" said the tall blond young man sadly.
At that moment it felt like a piece of my heart just died. It can't be true. I will never see his smile again or hear his laugh or even just hug him….one last time. I grabbed the knife that I had in my pocket once I got to the deserted alleyway of sorts it is time I thought. I took the knife and slide it across my neck so that I could remove my current face I was wearing I won't need it any longer.
Another one of my pack is dead while I am here hiding no more hiding it is time that I avenge them avenge Jon so my family will at least get some sort of justice. I knew that I had to be quick so as to not attract the attention of the faceless men if they caught me leaving I don't know what they would do to me. The aching feeling in my chest never seems to ease it has been about two days now since overhearing the sailors conversation if this was just an ordinary cut it would simply heal but this is a scare and I will bear this pain for the rest of my life.
I went back to retrieve needle from its hiding place I will need this as it seems that I must be Arya Stark again. Needle this little sword is all I have left of Jon. Before long my face began to get wet from the tears streaming down my face I haven't cried in some time because now I realise that without Jon in this world I am truly alone.
I own none of the characters in this story. I just had this idea in my head for a long time about how Arya would react to Jon's death if she hears about it. Considering their close relationship it could either push her to become none or it could push her to become Arya Stark again. Please review and I hope that you like this one shot.