Shattered Boundaries

Julia — First-Person POV

The gunshot still lived in my body.

Not in my ears anymore — not the sharp physical crack of it, not the way it had detonated through the apartment and stopped every function I had simultaneously. That had faded to something distant. An echo in the architecture of my chest rather than a sound.

But in my hands.

In my hands it was still happening.

Alan's blood was on my fingers.

Warm. Real. The specific reality of something that your mind kept trying to file as impossible