It was night. A dark night. Olly went looking for Jon. And you were all waiting in the darkness. Waiting to stab Jon.

Jon has been your friend since he came here. And you always supported him. Even when he became Lord Commander. Even if he decided to let the wildlings in. But some other brothers didn’t liked it. And Thorne forced you to help them kill him. Telling you it was the right thing.

It happened so fast that a second later, Jon had received many stabs in the chest already. All of the men stabbing him, saying ‘for the Watch.

And you were the last one. Jon was panting, bleeding. He was in a bad state. All you had to do is to stab him in the heart. You were shaking, tears in your eyes. You couldn’t kill your friend. Not the man you loved. You took a few steps closer, looking down at him painfully. And as you were about to stab him, you dropped the dagger on the ground.

"No. I won’t do it."

You said firmly, your voice shaking.