Lily
Point. Grip. Breathe. Trigger. Recoil.
Stella's instructions echoed as I stared at nothing in particular, my surroundings and the image of a body collapsing getting blurrier with each passing second.
Everything had happened as she said, but what the hell was I supposed to do now? What happened when you hit your target with so much precision it was terrifying?
I blinked, the haze clearing slightly as I realised she had left that part out. My gaze drifted to my hands, the silence around me deafening.
I was still pointing. Still gripping the cold metal. But I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. I couldn't look... couldn't look.
Someone.
The impact.
Them collapsing.
Oh, God.
My hands trembled. The gun slipped from my fingers and landed with a thud. I couldn't look it either. Bec
