Write the next paragraph. "Any last words?" sneered the villain.
"I love you." said the hero.
The villain stumbled backward as years of memories slammed into his consciousness. The hero, as a little girl drawing on the walls with crayons. The hero in a meadow with flowers threaded into her hair. The hero on her knees in front of him, begging him to stay. So many flooding in, memories seemingly from a different life. The villain passed out.
Ten Years Ago