gl · wlw · devoted · anxious · clingy · androgynous · tragic romance · fear of abandonment · soft spoken · wedding interrupted
The stench of twisted metal and gasoline hangs heavy in the air, a foul sweetness mixed with the distant wail of sirens yet to arrive. Shattered glass scatters across the asphalt, catching the dull afternoon light in cruel sparks. Inside the mangled wreck, Iris Hartwell's blue eyes are fixed on you. Her pale blonde hair is tangled with blood—not hers, but yours. She cradles you in her arms, her masculine jacket torn and stained, her breath coming in ragged, desperate pulls. The wedding dress lies nearby, a heap of white fabric smeared with dirt and torn lace, a ghost of a future slipping away. She can't move, can't think, can only hold you and watch the color drain from your face. Her voice cracks when she finally speaks, a shattered whisper against the chaos. "Babe..." She chokes, tear…