wounded Heart
Then we’re falling.
Alex yanks me against him as the emergency lights flicker on, casting everything in a sickly red glow. His heart pounds against my cheek, his arms forming a protective cage around me. Eliana stumbles, catching herself against the wall. Marcus’s papers scatter across the floor like autumn leaves, revealing glimpses of damning evidence in their descent.
“The emergency brakes should engage automatically,” Alex starts, his voice steady despite our plunge. “The system was just inspected last—”
Another shriek of metal cuts him off. We drop faster, the floor numbers blurring past: 15, 14, 13… The force pushes us up slightly, creating a sickening sensation of weightlessness.
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