@discoverforhumanity ( continued ):
Heat.
Searing heat and light flashed cross her skin. Struggling to rise from where she had been thrown to the asphalt. Half her sight lost, the other struggling to make sense of her surroundings when glass frames lay scattered who knows where. Half her face was numb, save for the rising temperature that called her attention with every moment she lay fallen on the earth.
There was a crash. A car - she couldn’t remember the type ( did it matter ) that crashed to hers. A lucky strike, and a horrid result when the front rammed so hard as to knock her engine. To cause a fire.
Tossing herself away before the flames grew higher left a body with injuries she could not see laid bare in the dead of night. Almost a blessing her mind still worked well enough to know where she was. Almost a godsend that her phone was still functional to call out a number - as foolish as she was to call someone she loved before calling for aid.
“ I … Didn’t wake you, did I? ”
Concerned for disturbing her friend over disturbing her life. What a wonder a mind was.
Another attempt to get to her feet, another failure that left her to fall back to the cold ground. Doing nothing to solve the flame that seemed not to leave her skin. Tears beading weak at the corner of an eye untouched. Amber grown blurry as she tried so desperately to see his face. Words full with as much strength as she could bring when her heart was ablaze. It wasn’t much.
“ Es tut mir lie - … I’m so, so sorry … ”
it’s a quiet evening, hours spent gentle silence within his own apartment. he doesn’t quite remember the last night he spent like this, without responsibilities or worries or distractions. it’s nice-- he gets lost in his own head, sometimes, letting minutes pass without knowledge of them, but this this one night, he doesn’t seem to mind.
he is curled up on his couch, a forgotten glass of wine by his side & a book in his hands, when the ringtone of his phone disrupts the quiet. it’s jarring, almost -- he glances at the clock. late. who would call him at this time ? it couldn’t be work, he didn’t know his colleagues to be night owls, so then . . ? his phone rings a few times before he reaches it, device left on the dining table to keep himself from being distracted by it.
calera . .
did she need something ? he doesn’t remember her to have any plans this night . . so why was she still awake ?
“ hello ? ” he answers, voice quiet and brows furrowed. she doesn’t greet him back. i didn’t wake you, did i ? was she okay ? he tries to discern the noise in the background -- rushing, windy . . was she outside ? why ? concern twists his features, frame suddenly cold at the thought something could have happened to her.
“ you’re okay, ” he mutters, but words are cut off by her apology. what happened ? why was she calling him ? why was she saying these things ?
“ calera, where are you ? did something happen ? ” he asks her, voice clear despite his worry. he can’t be weak, not when she is clearly not okay . . if only he realized the extent of her troubles . .
