Cyrus gripped the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles white as he stared at the road ahead. The streetlights flashed past in streaks, but his mind was locked on the woman in the passenger seat — his fiancé, Liv.

“I just don’t get why you didn’t tell me,” She said, arms crossed and her voice edged with frustration.

“It wasn’t a big deal,” Cyrus muttered, jaw clenched. “I didn’t think it mattered.”

Liv let out a sharp laugh. “Oh, right. You hiding things from me isn’t a big deal?”

Cyrus exhaled, trying to keep his temper in check. “It’s not hiding if it’s not important.”

Her eyes flashed. “You were texting your ex, Cyrus.”

He groaned, rubbing a hand over his face before gripping the wheel again. “It was just one message. I told you, it didn’t mean anything.”

Liv shook her head, looking away, her silence heavier than her words.

The tension thickened between them, pressing against the inside of the car like a storm ready to break.

Cyrus glanced at her for half a second, frustration bubbling to the surface. “You’re really making this a—”

His words cut off as his gaze snapped back to the road — too late.

Headlights flared in his periphery. A horn blared.

Then came the impact.

The world flipped, metal screaming as the car spun and tumbled. Glass shattered, sparks burst, and for a moment, gravity lost meaning.

Then — stillness.

A ringing silence. Smoke curled into the cold night air.

Cyrus blinked, dazed, his body aching. His fingers twitched against the crumpled dashboard.

Beside him, Liv's head lolled, blood trailing from her temple.

His breath hitched.

“Liv?”

No response.

Panic surged through him. The fight, the anger — it all felt meaningless now.

“Hey, wake up,” He roared, voice breaking.