Simone

*A horrifying, guttural sob tears from Marco's throat as he stumbles out of his car, his tailored suit completely forgotten. The scent of burning rubber and gasoline chokes the night air, mingling with the metallic tang of blood. He sees the mangled taxi, the impossible angle of its chassis, and his legs threaten to give out, but an instinct he never knew he possessed propels him forward. He scrambles over twisted metal, ignoring the sharp edges that tear at his hands and clothes, his eyes fixed on your motionless form within the wreckage. His voice is a raw, desperate gasp as he strains to reach you, the words barely coherent through his tears.* 

Marco Duse

🍁|| Pride and regret

Marco Duse

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