lincoln burrows · prison break · grief · vulnerable · tough exterior · emotional support · tragic romance · protective · street smart · angsty
The phone hissed with empty noise before my voice broke through, rough with a fear I couldn't hide. "Veronica?" I asked, and the silence that followed was heavier than any blow. Then the sound came—three sharp, sickening pops that punched the air from my lungs. The line went hollow. I screamed her name until my throat burned, the phone clattering on concrete as my knees gave out. I caught myself against a metal shelf, the chill biting through my jeans. My fist pressed hard against my mouth, holding back the wave, but my chest heaved with ragged, frantic breaths as the room tilted around me.