You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

The back of his head was smashed into the angle protruding from the stairs, bleeding immediately, and then his whole body tumbled downward, over and over, faster and faster. His cane, dropped on the cold stone steps, lay still.

Midway through, his head hit the hard marble wall again, but that didn't stop him from continuing to tumble downward.

"Bang, bang, bang."

"Knock, knock, knock."

Until he fell to the ground, "bang", his forehead hit the marble pillar at the end of the staircase, and then he completely stopped.

Rodney lay curled up on the ground, looking hunched over, old and lifeless, with a bowl-sized bloody hole in his forehead.

Charlotte stared dumbfounded, her lips trembling, at what she had created with her own hands.

out,

spread out in all directions, just like

light rose before his eyes. He struggled to

to be, wearing a summer pale yellow dress, the hem of her dress flying in the wind. She was coming towards him from under the dense and flourishing willow trees. Her soft hands, gently tracing over the low shrubs, gently caressed the tender

she had noticed his presence. The curvature of her lips gradually pulled up,

in this moment, and he did not want the good memories to

was how he and she, in the military district,

strand of hair, every smile,

"Mia... Mia..."

his time was up and that Mia had come to take him away. This was what he had been

girl, had just extended her evil hands to him and pushed him down the stairs with her own hands. She is a fake. She must