Long Live The Car Crash Hearts Novels & Stories

Tears started falling again. I'm a mess and I don't even know how I made it this far. How much longer until I screwup. It's always the same pattern. Working myself to the limit, taking in everything believing that I can handle it, and then bang. Just a little tinny spark to trigger me and everything goes flying into pieces. Eliane has never seen me shattered before and I wish she never does.

"He isn't wrong." "I don't get it.", he said. "We did that, and it is a good analogy really.", she said. "I still we don't get it.", he said. "We were two particles floating around. Lost in the dark. We crashed into each other by chance. That changed everything for both of us.", she said. "Now I get it.", He said with a smile. As he lifted his beer and she her glass of wine, "Let's crash some more for a while." "Mike!", she exclaimed, and he kissed her.

her voice was cracking. "No ... no ... you're breaking my heart, Sandy, tell me how? I want you in my life." She couldn't hold back the tears any longer, the day had turned from happy to sad within minutes. She held his face close to her, "I'll be here, I'm not going anywhere ... we can still be in each other's lives ... just not the way we want it ... who knows, maybe you'll go back home and find someone else and ..."

It happened before I even had time to think. I hadn't even seen the SUV coming. It collided towards Hunter's side and the car crashed into something really hard. The windshield shattered and the glass pieces came flying towards us. Hunter threw himself at me. His hand grasped was grasped in mine. The silver in his eyes flickered. The last words I heard him say were... "Live for me."

she asked in a concerned tone. I told her that I'm on their street and in a few will step down of a cab. But before I could end the call, I felt the car wiggled alarmingly. "What is happening?" I felt really nervous because the driver was trying to maneuver and stop the car but it was hard. "Please, hold tight!" he exclaimed seriously before we crashed on a tree on the left side of the road. "Kelsie! Kelsie!" I could hear Hailey freaked out from the other line but I felt really dizzy that I wasn't able to respond. The impact was strong and I felt liquid dripping from my forehead. "Blood," I uttered before everything completely went black.

Scarlet: Day 4 Today should’ve been the day of nerves and excitement and maybe even losing my v card. But instead it’s a day I feel more depressed since the night my heart was stolen by death itself. Tomorrow would’ve been my marking ceremony. A day that is like a wedding for normal humans. And here I am having cold feet days before the ceremony. I wanted to hate Ash for causing this pain in me, but it was impossible. So I decided to make my way outside of my room for once. Just to stuff my face and hope it fills the hole that has taken the place of my heart.

The truck sped forward forward at top speed, hitting her car with an extremely noisy crash. The truck didn’t stop. It thundered on, disappearing into the traffic, leaving a wake of stunned onlookers and a broken, completely crashed car. From one look, it was clear that whoever had been inside had met a tragic fate. The force of the collision was too much, there was no way anyone could survive something like that. It was a scene that spoke volumes without needing words; the wreckage alone told the entire story of a life abruptly cut short. The crowd stared, frozen, some, coming out of their shock were already reaching for their phones to dial for help, but deep down, they knew it was already

The response came slowly. YOU AND JULIA WERE IN A CAR. A memory flickered. Rain. Night. Teenagers laughing. Music too loud. Road slick. Julia driving. Elena passenger. A truck. Headlights. Elena gasped. The memory vanished. The message continued. THE CRASH CREATED TWO STABLE SURVIVAL CONTINUATIONS. IN ONE, YOU LIVED. IN ONE, JULIA LIVED. Elena stopped breathing. Mara whispered: “No.” Elena typed with shaking hands.

She couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to Ada and Gilbert. As Kisa navigated a lonely stretch of road, a horrifying sight came into view: a car, twisted and overturned from a violent crash. Shattered glass littered the ground while thick, white smoke billowed ominously from the wreckage. Blood and rainwater pooled on the pavement in a chilling, gruesome display. Heart pounding, Kisa recognized the blood-soaked figure huddled next to the car, clutching his head in agony—it was Gilbert. With adrenaline fueling her every step, she sprinted to his side and embraced him.

My heart breaks for him. He must have hurt a lot. From the corner Jazz had taken, something crashes and a short scream tears through the air.