The blacktop stings the palms of my hands and burns my fingertips.

My legs feel the crunch of gravel beneath them.

I spit blood. Warm and metallic.

Somehow I manage to rise to my feet.

My knees are in shock. They quake profusely.

I stare at you, astounded. The sun lights your face.

A warm smile appears there.

A sharp blow to the stomach.

Back down.

Pain shoots up my spine.

My head throbs. With each beat, I hear your name.

Again, I crawl from my knees to my feet.

Desperation.

And again, you strike me down.

Repeat the process.

Repeat the process.

Repeat the process.