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[2:49] Streetracer!Mark let out hysterical sobs as he reached over to your unmoving body in desperation. “No, no, no please, please wake up. You have to wake up baby I’m so sorry, please,” he cried, refusing to acknowledge the blood that was starting to seep from the back of your head. His own legs were trapped, and he was barely able to wiggle around or get any closer to you. Your neck was bent at a unnatural angle and you had gone limp in the passenger seat within seconds of the car crashing. The sound of screeching tires and your voice calling his name before the car made contact with the tree kept replaying in Mark’s head, and the more he thought about it the more he kept crying. He felt so helpless. Guilty. Scared. Angry. This was his fault and he knew it, you died and it was all thanks to him. The numbness in his legs seemed like it would never go away, and he decided to try and pry open the door with whatever little strength he had left in his arms. To his relief, he heard the engine of a familiar car grow close, quickly realizing it was Taeyong. Taeyong quickly pulled up next to Mark and stepped out of his car, quickly assessing the situation. “Mark, what happened? Is-,” Taeyong was cut off. “Please, just call an ambulance, quick,” Mark begged, not taking his eyes off of you. Taeyong pulled off his phone and called for an ambulance, and started to help Mark out of the car. He looked over at you and his face grew pale. “I’m going to check for a pulse,” Taeyong said, quietly. He walked over to your side of the car and pressed his fingers against your cold neck, desperately looking for a pulse. A minute passed by and Taeyong knew very well that he probably won’t ever find a pulse on you. Mark sat on the side of the road, eyes completely darkened and would not stop staring at his legs. Taeyong decided to break the news to Mark, but could barely get a word out before Mark started sobbing again. “My legs…. I can’t feel them at all… but that doesn’t even matter. Not only did I lose the person I love… I lost my everything…. and it’s all my fault. Why…why wasn’t it me who died? Why?” Taeyong walked over and pulled Mark into an embrace, as Mark’s cries were starting to be drowned out by the sound of sirens getting closer.