Another short thing.
So, the story is set after the tragedy of Solomon's Temple. I hope everything is clear about it, but feel free to ask if something is bothering you.
A Last Confession
- No, let me write it! Just a few words, only one word! Please, I have to write it! He must know this! Please, just a word! - shouted Altair as he was flailing in any direction he could. All the nurses gathered together above his white, time-worn bed to push him down.
- You should remain there! Do you want to die?!
- Don't move! Your wounds will open up!
- Lay back!
As the four women defeated him, he bent forward and started weeping. His shoulders were shaking hardly, and he was panting heavily. The nurses just watched him carefully, they remained silent.
- Please... let me write a letter. - he sobbed, then cried out. - Anything! It's enough to me! Just... I'm begging you!
The young women looked at each other. They were really worried now.
- Why does he want to write so badly...? - asked one of them, she was in tears.
- You must stay in bed! Your state is only going to be even worse... - tried calming him down a nurse gently, but he only yelled at her.
- Tell him! I have to tell him... - Altair wiped a tear away, shiver was shaking his whole body. He covered his face with both his hands as he whispered - I can't die without it.
On the following day, Malik recieved a letter. It was a tiny, faded, creased piece of paper. He didn't know who sent him this, or who gave it to him. It only contained one word.
"Sorry."
END