and the arrow flies, straight and silent, in a curving, downwards arc towards Achilles’ back. Achilles hears the faint hum of its passage a second before it strikes. he turns his head a little, as if to watch it come. he closes his eyes and feels its point push through his skin, parting thick muscle, worming its way past the interlacing fingers of his ribs. there, at last, is his heart. blood spills between shoulder blades, dark and thick as oil. Achilles smiles as his face strikes the earth.
i’m sick, tired, and mentally exhausted, but i stumbled across “it happened one summer night” and oh my gosh. i just binge read the whole thing and i’m obsessed. your writing is just incredible !! i will forever be wishing i could visit that little village on a whirlwind romance of my own🤌
Oh my god thank you!!! It means a lot that you loved it 🥰