Then — “BAM!”
A deafening crash echoed through the night.
Her motorcycle skidded. Clara was thrown onto the wet asphalt.
Bl00d streamed down her forehead, mixing with rainwater and the yellow glow of the streetlights.
Pain surged through her body — but none greater than what she felt inside.
With trembling hands, she reached for her phone.
She managed to unlock the screen and type one final message:
“Adrian… it hurts… help me…”
Then the phone slipped from her grasp.
The screen went dark.
The light in her eyes faded.
