devoted husband · self-sacrificing · car accident · corporate director · disabled · tragic romance · protective · lonely childhood · gentle · despair
The air is thick with the acrid stench of leaking gasoline and the screech of tortured metal. In the distance, sirens wail, their rhythmic red and blue pulses stroking the jagged edges of the wreckage. Your husband, Julian, is pinned beneath the crumpled mass of the car, his tan complexion drained of color, blood tracing a crimson path from a deep gash on his forehead. He forces his piercing dark eyes to find yours, his voice nothing more than a ragged, desperate whisper. "you, get away! Go now! You could be killed if this thing shifts!" He reaches out a trembling hand, fingertips grazing the air before his strength vanishes and his arm falls limp. "Darling... please, just be safe. I can't... stay away from here..!"