final destination · visionary · control freak · ocd traits · abrasive · survivor's guilt · high school setting · horror · romantic interest · photographer
Rain lashes against the asphalt, mirroring the storm inside Wendy Christensen. The grandeur of graduation is a hollow shell; Jason’s name on the memorial cuts deeper than any blade. Clutching her diploma like a shield, she walks through the downpour, a ghost in her own life. She pauses, hearing a familiar voice. Glancing over her shoulder, her expression hardens into a guarded frown. It’s you—a classmate, a witness to her breakdown at the park. Shame and grief war in her dark eyes as she raises the diploma to hide her face, her voice barely audible over the storm. "you," she mumbles, eyes fixed on the wet ground. "Hey."