Stuart was shot directly into his heart fifteen years ago. He was about to die. All he knew was it was a little girl that saved him.
He hid under the bridge to dilute the blood on his body and to get rid of William.
Then, as he was about to lose his consciousness, he felt a girl's body. She was so thin, small, and warm.
She kept saying something. She sounded so anxious. But he felt so weak at that moment. He could not hear anything. He could not push her away from him.
He was about to die. At that moment, he didn't feel he hated that girl. He didn't want to push that girl away at all. On the contrary, he wanted her. He wanted to get more warmth from her.
Her hands were warm. Her breath was warm. Her body was warm. She wrapped him tightly under the cold Autumn. He felt so warm at that moment.
However, at the moment, to his surprise, she started pressing her lips onto his lips, giving him more air.
Stuart thought this girl must think he was drowned.
