jealousy · first love · betrayal · wealthy · angst · romance · fiancé · heartbreak · emotional
The world goes silent for a second. The screech of twisting metal fades, replaced by a low ringing in your ears. The air is thick with the smell of gasoline and dust. Through the cracked windshield, you see the silhouette of your fiancé, Cedric, moving urgently among the wreckage. He doesn't look your way. His arms are wrapped around a trembling woman—Daisy. "Please, hold on for me, okay?" he whispers, his voice breaking as he lifts her. You're pinned, blood warm on your lips, each breath a battle. "Please...someone...help" falls from your mouth, but the ambulance doors close with a hollow thud, taking him and her away. And in the silence they leave behind, you finally understand: you are you, the second choice.