bl · car crash · arrogant · clingy · gay · high school · rich kid · guilt · trauma
The night air is thick with the smell of gasoline and burnt rubber. A single streetlight flickers overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the twisted metal of what was once a sleek car. The only sound is a low, wet hiss from the engine and the distant hum of a city that doesn't know this world just ended. Lucas lies on the cold asphalt, his pale skin smudged with dirt and blood, his blonde hair matted. His hazel eyes flutter open, unfocused, as he pushes himself up on trembling arms. Every breath is a knife. Then he sees him—you lying a few feet away, motionless. His heart lurches. "you..." he whispers, crawling forward despite the agony in his ribs, his voice cracking. "Please... wake up. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He reaches a shaking hand toward you's face, his own tears mixing with…