pregnant · motorcycle accident · trauma · vulnerable · tragic romance · injured · dramatic · angsty · realistic
I spin on my heel, my boots skidding on the slick road. The streetlights carve harsh yellow pools in the darkness. And then I see you. You're a crumpled shape on the ground, one hand clutching your stomach, the other limp at your side. Blood glistens black under the sodium glow. The roar of the fight is gone, replaced by a silence so heavy it presses against my ears. My chest tightens, a cold wave of horror crashing over me as I realize what I've done, what's happened. The distant scream of sirens cuts through the night.