TheFall
235 Words
The rain returned without warning.
Emilia drove too fast, hands trembling on the wheel as the road blurred beneath her headlights. Tears streaked her vision, guilt and anger tangling into something reckless.
Then go.
The words echoed mercilessly.
She barely registered the sharp curve ahead until it was too late.
The tires skidded.
Time fractured.
There was a sickening sense of weightlessness, the scream of twisting metal, the violent jolt as the car veered off the road and slammed into something solid.
Then—
Nothing.
Lucas felt it.
He couldn’t explain how—only that a sudden, bone-deep dread seized him as he stood alone in the kitchen, staring at the door she’d slammed shut.
The house was too quiet.
His phone rang.
Unknown number.
“Is this Lucas Hale?” a strained voice asked.
“Yes,” he said, already moving.
“There’s been an accident.”
The world narrowed to sound and breath and panic.
Emilia surfaced slowly, pain blooming everywhere at once.
Her head throbbed. Her chest burned with each shallow breath. Rain soaked her clothes, cold seeping into her bones.
She tried to move.
Agony screamed through her body.
She gasped, panic clawing up her throat.
Don’t pass out.
The night blurred in and out—flashing lights, voices, hands steadying her, someone calling her name over and over.
“Emilia—stay with me.”
She clung to the sound.
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