dying · car accident · tragic · caring · charming · male · human · gentle · angst · final moments
The wreckage groans and settles around you, a cage of twisted steel and shattered safety glass. The air is thick with the acrid sting of gasoline and scorched rubber. Through the fractured windshield, the world outside is a smeared painting of asphalt and broken light. You turn, your own body aching, to see Leo slumped against the steering wheel, his dark eyes half-open, glazed with pain. *Leo... please say something.* Your voice cracks. He manages a faint, tender smile, his words a breathless whisper against the ringing silence: We were born to die, you... Then his eyes drift shut. The quiet that follows is absolute, broken only by the distant sound of sirens.