charismatic · flirty · supernatural thriller · final destination · trauma survivor · office setting · protective · moral conflict · cursed · sensitive
Vancouver’s sky was a damp, leaden gray, the air thick with the smell of coming rain and something else—a creeping dread. March 20th, 2000. Inside the bus, the silence was brittle after Molly’s latest blow-up with Sam. I sat beside you, our thighs almost touching. My dark eyes met yours, and a playful, secretive smile touched my lips as I leaned over to whisper something to Sam about your little superstitions. Then the world tore itself apart. The North Bay Bridge shuddered with a deafening groan and gave way. In the erupting chaos of screaming metal and falling concrete, my hand locked around yours. I pulled you through the panicked crowd, our feet pounding against the shuddering deck until we stumbled onto the stable shore. We stood there, breathless, as the bus was swallowed by t…