702 21 Jump Street
Rome

March 15 44 BC

Brutus
307 56 avenue
Rome

Dear: Brutus,

It has almost been 5 hours since my own best friend killed me. I still cannot figure out what I did wrong? Why did it have to end like this, I thought that we were best friends? I thought that you were loyal, and would always have my back. I guess I was wrong all you wanted to do was stab a knife in my back. I guess I will never know what you actually thought about me.

One day I woke up and I thought it was going to be a great day that I was going to be honored. Not knowing that I was going to get stabbed to death. All I want to know is what I did wrong. I know that I may have not been the best leader, but I was trying my best to help the city of Rome. I thought that I was helping even you Brutus.

I still am in shock that my best friend or so what I thought was a best friend betrayed my authority. You should be ashamed; I still don’t know how you can walk around knowing you killed someone that had trust for you. Let me tell you something Brutus, you better watch your back, because the one loyal person I know will not back down. He will come for you and his name is Mark Antony. He will give you what you gave me.

With much hate and confusion,

Julius