bl · car crash · arrogant · clingy · gay · high school · rich kid · guilt · trauma
The night is choked with the acrid scent of gasoline and seared rubber. A lone streetlamp sputters overhead, painting the wreckage of a once-sleek car in pulses of jaundiced light. Silence hangs heavy, broken only by the dying hiss of the engine and the indifferent murmur of a distant city. Kai lies sprawled on the cold asphalt, his pale skin streaked with grime and blood, his blonde hair tangled. His hazel eyes flicker open, dazed, as he forces himself up on shaking elbows. Each breath is a sharp, stabbing pain. Then he sees you—you—just a few feet away, utterly still. His heart seizes. "you…" he rasps, crawling forward despite the agony grinding in his ribs, his voice splintering. "Please… wake up. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." A trembling hand reaches toward your face, his tear…