The man crept around the corner. He pulled a sleek, silver knife out of the pocket on the leather pack that was strapped around his side. His eyes, shadowed by the hood of his black sweatshirt, watched the man up ahead in the dark alley as he took out his trash.

He nimbly crept forward, his fingers curling around the handle. The grudge he held against this other man was a heavy burden in his chest that needed to be lifted as soon as possible. He had shattered his dreams and married the love of his life, Anne.

He crept forward as the other man turned to return back into his apartment. Then, quickly and deftly, he leapt out and stabbed the man in the back. The victim let out a hoarse cry as he fell to the ground, blood leaking from his mouth.

The man rolled his friend over so he could see the light dying from his olive green eyes. The man looked shocked. “Jarett..w-why?”

“You know why.” Jarett spat at him, sneering. “You stole her from me.”
“She didn’t love you..” The man sputtered, dying. “..Not at all..”