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THE ACCIDENT

Author: Ella Mart
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-21 15:59:51

XAVIER’S POV

The night air bit against my skin as I staggered toward my car, the heavy smell of whiskey and gin still clinging to my breath. I leaned against the driver’s door, fumbling with my keys as my vision swam. My head felt heavy, my thoughts even heavier. I could barely focus, and yet, some stubborn part of me believed I was still in control.

I had drunk far more than I should have. Too much. My cushion of logic was blurred, my senses dulled, but in the haze, I convinced myself that I could still handle it. I could drive home. I didn’t need anyone’s help.

Sliding into the driver’s seat, I gripped the steering wheel with trembling hands. The leather felt colder than usual, or maybe my palms were simply clammy from the alcohol running through my system. My reflection in the rearview mirror was unrecognizable—red eyes, pale cheeks, and a haunted look I couldn’t shake.

Melissa’s face kept flashing before me. Her tear-stained eyes, the tremble in her lips, the way she always tried
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