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?'s POV

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. The phrase repeats in my mind everyday.

I'm getting sick of it all, betraying all the people close to me, lying to the ones I call 'friends'. I didn't want to join. I didn't want to kill. But I had no choice. They would be after everyone close. They would kill every one of the people I know and love…

I had gotten close to him. Very close. But he never even suspected. Of course, he had his doubts when I first met him, but now, he trusts me completely.

Even after he declared there was a traitor somewhere, he hadn't even glanced at me. It was touching, how he trusted me, but I wish he didn't trust me that much. I wish he wasn't a nice person, so he could suspect me. So he could find out, and everything would be over.

If he hated me… that was my fault. I should've told him from the start. But, I couldn't. I…guess I wanted a friend, someone like me to be close to. How I wish I wasn't so good at my job, how I wasn't so skilled. I would've never found him then.

When I took that bullet from him, I don't know what came over me. I had a mission and I needed to complete it. But he had grown to be my friend. I couldn't let him die, could I? At least it was all a dream. I would already been dead if it wasn't.

The pain is unbearable. But again, all traitors die in agony, right? That's the way the world worked. The world would know me as the traitor that was a friend. But the Black Organization would know me as the loyal agent…

Bourbon.

A/N Yes, I know I'm supposed to be working on my other stories, but this idea wouldn't leave me alone. I haven't seen a lot of Bourbon fics here, so I thought I would post one. Review!