He Yearned for My Love but He Was Too Late

I stand frozen, like a deer caught in the headlights as the speeding car barrels toward me. The manic eyes of the driver lock onto mine, and I know—this isn’t an accident. The impact is a violent blur, pain crashing over me as I crumple to the pavement, darkness swallowing me whole.

She hits me, and I fall to the pavement; the pain is so intense that I lose consciousness. I wake up to the medical staff hovering around me and, amid the haze, see a familiar figure: Rocco, my Mafia boyfriend of four years, his face twisted in concern.