114. Screeching of Brakes.

Elena.

Deangelo and I entered the movie theater, and instantly, I felt a rush of excitement. Spending time with him always brought me joy, and this movie date was just what I needed. We found two seats in the middle row and settled in comfortably. As the lights dimmed, the previews started playing, and we eagerly discussed which movies we wanted to see in the future.

Finally, the main feature began, and we both leaned back, grabbing our popcorn and drinks. I became engrossed in the story, feeling the emotions of the characters on the screen as if they were my own. Deangelo would occasionally lean in to whisper a comment or joke, and I couldn't help but giggle and playfully nudge him.

The movie grew more intense and suspenseful, causing Deangelo's hand to tighten around mine. We were both on the edge of our seats, eagerly anticipating what would happen next. When the climactic moment arrived, we both gasped and held our breath.

As the credits started rolling, we sat in silence for a moment, allowing the story to sink in. I turned to Deangelo, who was already looking at me with a gentle smile. "That was incredible," I said, still trying to process what I had just witnessed. "Thank you for taking me out tonight."

He reached over and brushed a strand of hair away from my face. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I always love spending time with you." We sat there a bit longer, basking in the post-movie glow.

As we exited the theater, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for the time we had spent together. It had been a perfect evening, and I found myself falling even more in love with Deangelo.

We decided to walk home instead of taking a car, as Deangelo suggested we enjoy a leisurely stroll. It also helped us avoid being seen leaving together, which could cause unnecessary complications. As we walked, lost in our own world, I suddenly spotted a couple of teenagers on the street across from us. They bore a striking resemblance to Mia and Andrew, which sent a wave of anxiety crashing over me.

My heart sank, and I immediately tugged Deangelo to the side, hoping he hadn't noticed them. In an attempt to divert his attention, I leaned in and kissed him passionately. He seemed surprised at first but quickly responded, his arms wrapping around me as we lost ourselves in the moment. For those few blissful seconds, I completely forgot about Mia and Andrew, absorbed in the warmth and safety of Deangelo's embrace.

After a while, we reluctantly pulled apart, both of us breathing heavily. I glanced over Deangelo's shoulder, relieved to see that the couple had already passed by without noticing us. I let out a small sigh of relief, grateful that we didn't have to face them in that moment.

Deangelo looked at me with confusion, clearly puzzled by my sudden behavior. I quickly came up with an excuse, saying that I wanted to kiss him because the movie had a romantic scene. But he didn't seem satisfied with that explanation. He could sense that something was bothering me, and he asked me directly what was going on. My voice trembled a bit as I hesitated, knowing that he might get upset. However, I decided to be honest and told him the truth.

"I just saw Mia and Andrew walking by, holding hands," I admitted, my voice shaking with anxiety.

His reaction wasn't what I had hoped for. He became annoyed and immediately started to cross the road, determined to confront them, even though they were already out of sight. I pleaded with him not to go, explaining that it wasn't worth the trouble and that we should just go home and forget about it.

Deangelo had a temper at times, especially when it came to people he cared about. I didn't want him to do something he might regret. However, he remained adamant and disregarded my pleas. He crossed to the other side of the road, searching for Mia and Andrew, but they had disappeared into the darkness of the night.

He eventually gave up and started to cross back towards me. However, as soon as he stepped onto the road, a car suddenly appeared, speeding down the street at an alarming rate. I heard the screeching of the brakes and the horrifying impact as the car struck Deangelo, sending him flying through the air and crashing onto the ground. Time seemed to freeze as my heart stopped, and a piercing scream escaped my lips as I watched the love of my life lying there, injured and unconscious.

I ran to him, tears streaming down my face, and saw him bleeding and motionless. It felt so unjust. Deangelo, the embodiment of strength and control, now lay there helpless and broken. He was like an invincible alpha brought down to his knees. Fear and panic washed over me as I realized the gravity of the situation.

The driver of the car had vanished, but that didn't matter to me in that moment. All my focus was on Deangelo's life. Desperately, I took off my scarf and pressed it against his wound, desperately trying to stem the bleeding. I could feel the warmth of his blood on my hands, and I prayed with all my might that he would make it.

The sound of sirens grew louder as the ambulance arrived. I clung to Deangelo's hand as the medical team loaded him onto a stretcher. It felt like my world was crumbling around me. I couldn't fathom a life without him, and my heart ached as I prayed for his recovery.

The following hours became a blur of frenzied activity. Doctors and nurses rushed around, doing everything in their power to save Deangelo's life. I sat in the waiting room, my mind racing with a multitude of thoughts and emotions. What if he didn't make it? How would I go on without him?

It was in that moment that I truly understood the depth of my love for Deangelo. Seeing him so vulnerable and fragile made me realize just how much he meant to me. I didn't want to lose him, not for any reason, not even for my past. The fear and worry consumed me, and the thought of a life without him seemed unbearable.