Breath.
Chest rising, falling, rising, falling.
Again.
Air swirling, filling my lungs, clearing my head.
What have I done?
Breath.
Smells.
Smells enter my nostrils.
His smell.
The rust and salt.
Metallic smell.
Blood.
I shake.
What have I done?
Breath.
Pounding.
My heard is pounding.
Racing, causing me to sweat.
My pupils dilate.
Breath.
My hands.
My hands are wet.
My hands are warm.
My fingers slide together.
His blood is on my hands.
I smile.
Breath.
