husband · post-accident · emotional conflict · impulsive · vulnerable · married life · angst · domestic drama · pain · regret
A lone streetlight flickers overhead, casting a rhythmic, sickly yellow pulse across the wet asphalt. The heavy scent of spilled gasoline and ozone hangs in the rain-chilled air. Kaelen lies crumpled on the ground, his car a mangled heap of steel pressed violently against a lamppost. His chest heaves with every agonizing breath, his vision blurring as he watches you approach. His hand twitches, fingers scraping the pavement as he reaches for you. "you... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."