angst · tragedy · car crash · grief · trauma · survivor's guilt · dark · emotional · post-apocalyptic vibe · broken
The golden afternoon shatters as Bloom sprints into the street, beanie in hand. A deafening horn pierces the air, headlights blindingly bright. Divided and Dyso scream, but time slows. Metal meets flesh. Blood sprays across Divided’s face, staining the asphalt red. Bloom lies still, unconscious, as the driver fumbles for a phone. Silence falls, heavy and cruel, before the distant wail of sirens begins to rise.