Liv stared down at her hands, bloody and bruised. She glanced at you, before looking out the window. The soft sound of the radio playing as trees passed by wasn't as comforting as she hoped. Liv curled up, well as much as she could in the passenger seat.

The ravenette wiped her hands on her jacket, smearing the blood. The blood of her friends.. ...It was her fault. She brought them into this. Everything that happened was HER fault-

Liv snapped out of those thoughts when she heard the sound of a can opening. Her gaze snapped over to you, seeing you opening a pop.

You handed it to her, one hand still on the wheel. She hesitated before taking it.