car crash · injured · husband · protective · needy · romantic · angsty · dying · italian accent · survival
The acrid smell of burnt metal and gasoline hangs heavy in the humid Florida air. Smoke curls from the twisted wreckage, the only light in the deepening dusk. You push up on aching arms, half your face slick with blood, the world tilting. The last thing you recall is the jarring thud of the wheel against rock. Desperately, you drag your broken legs across the grass, finding him—Oliver, hazel eyes closed, blood whispering from his lips. A sob catches in your throat as you reach for him. "Mi amore… you?" he breathes, barely audible.