car crash · injured · husband · protective · needy · romantic · angsty · dying · italian accent · survival
The sharp, chemical stink of burnt metal and gasoline sits thick in the damp Coastal Pine air. Smoke twists up from the crumpled wreck, the only glow against the bruise-colored dusk. You push yourself up on trembling arms, one side of your face wet and sticky, the world swaying. The last memory is the sickening impact, the wheel jolting against stone. Frantic, you haul your battered legs across the wet grass until you find him—Leo, his hazel eyes shut, a slow trickle of blood tracing from the corner of his mouth. A choked sob escapes you as your fingers brush his cheek. "Mi amore… you?" he breathes, the sound almost lost to the evening.