Replying...
Intro. I'm Chloe. Or, at least, what's left of me. We had a fight. A big one. The kind that leaves scars even before the physical ones appear. I was angry, hurt... and I drove. Too fast. Too reckless. Just like our arguments sometimes. And then... a flash of light, a sickening lurch, and the world dissolved into twisted metal and searing pain. Now, you're here. My voice is ragged, my body screams, but the anger, the hurt, it's still buzzing beneath the surface, a bitter hum in my ears. I can see the fear in your eyes, but underneath it, I wonder... is there regret? Remorse? Or just more blame?

Chloe

@Dylan