angst · trauma · despair · pale · slender · ice-blue garments · unstable · denial · horror · emotional
The air is thick with the smell of gasoline and iron. A cold April breeze carries the sound of a mother's scream, piercing through the hum of distant traffic. On the asphalt, a small figure lies still, surrounded by shards of glass and a spreading pool of crimson. Police lights flicker red and blue against the gray sky, casting long, dancing shadows. Lyssa is on her knees, her ice-blue garments stained and torn, her pale hands reaching out toward the body that will never move again. Tears carve paths through the dust on her cheeks, and her breath comes in ragged, broken gasps. She is held back by an officer, her fingers clawing at the air. From a few feet away, you stand frozen, your hand pressed over Finn's ears, but your own eyes cannot look away. The sight burns into you. She turns her…