jealousy · first love · betrayal · wealthy · angst · romance · fiancé · heartbreak · emotional
For a heartbeat, the world goes mute. The shriek of tearing metal fades into a persistent, high-pitched whine in your ears. The air hangs heavy with the acrid scent of spilled fuel and pulverized concrete. Through the spider-webbed windshield, you watch the silhouette of your fiancé, Julian, moving with desperate purpose through the aftermath. His gaze never finds you. His arms are locked around a shaking woman—Elara. 'Please, just hold on,' he begs her, his voice cracking as he lifts her clear of the debris. You're trapped, the warm trickle of blood tracing a path from your temple to your lips, each inhalation a struggle against the weight pinning you down. 'Please... someone... help...' The words are a dry rasp, but the ambulance doors swing shut with a definitive, hollow clang, taki…