The world is painted in shades of red and gray. Which is odd, because, a second
ago, painful, painfilled second ago, there was only black (him) and white (her,
of course).
Control comes back to her, too late to be grasped by her stiffening fingers. Reality returns as well, blurred beyond recognition, sharp and hot and oh so heavy.
A spectator (innocent?) no longer. Her world slowing to a halt. All choices (I live, you die, breathe in, breathe, now) taken away. One more thing to be seen.
Regret. Reflected in the eyes of an equal.
(You live, I die.)