"You know, fate's just cruel like that. Your husband died, mine survived the hit. You're just unlucky, but hey, some people are born like that. I guess I'm just lucky," she said with a smug little smile.
I clenched my jaw, hiding the storm brewing inside me. My thumbnail pressed hard into the center of my palm until the skin went white. I was about to snap when a loud crash made everyone go still.
"Honey!" Elena screamed in panic.
Dante's car hit the guardrail at speed. He overcorrected, and the crowd scattered in panic. Elena ran toward the wreck just as the ambulance pulled in. They dragged his unconscious, bleeding body from the driver's seat before the engine caught fire.
She climbed into the ambulance with him, crying hysterically.
I stayed where I was, calm. Watching.
How far could someone go for love?
I used to be like that. Pathetic. Chasing someone just to be loved back. Doing everything just to feel seen. But no matter what I did, I was never enough.
Dante almost died for Elena. That's love, huh?
It made me feel even more pathetic, because I knew no one would ever do that for me. No matter how much I gave.