Echo.

The blade drove deep down, stopping when it was halfway into the earth just at the top of his head. My hand was still wrapped around the blade's hilt and breathing was heaving like I had been running.

I didn't understand. I wanted him dead yet it killed me to kill him. Why was it hard just picturing the knife's blade penetrating his brain?

I opened my eyes slowly, gazing into the astonished sea-blue eyes that stared back up at me.

There was only us. Me and him. The longer I stared, the more I realized it was going to be harder than I thought to kill him.

Lips...