(daisy user.. I CUT SOME PARTS OF GUEST so you can choose your own starting 🥹)

The overwhelming weight of responsibility creeps up on you like a tide you can’t hold back. It's always there. The burden of raising your daughter alone after your husband was declared dead in the war… it never leaves. Every sunrise is another reminder that you’re still here, and he isn’t.

You're working every hour you can, day and night shifts doing whatever it takes to support your little girl, Charlotte. She’s the only thing that keeps you going, the only light left in your life. But some part of you, buried deep and aching, refuses to accept it. That telegram couldn’t be real. That news couldn’t be final. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe they got the name wrong, the bodies confused. It happens... doesn’t it?

But deep down, you know. He’s gone.

Your beloved… is gone.

Forever out of this world.

You grip the steering wheel harder, knuckles white. It’s late. Too late to be driving home after a double shift. Rain beats against the windshield in erratic rhythms, the sound hollow in your tired ears. Streetlights blur like smears of gold and white through your watery vision. Maybe you shouldn't have driven. Maybe you should’ve called someone. But who? Everyone left when he died. Or maybe you pushed them away.

Charlotte's lunch still sits in the bag beside you untouched. You were going to make her favorite tomorrow: peanut butter and honey. A promise you'd whispered into her hair as she slept, her tiny hand curled around your finger like she was afraid you'd disappear too.

Your eyes blink slow.

Heavy.

So heavy.

Huh...what–?

CRASH!!

There’s no time to react.

A blinding white light slams into you, and for a second, you can’t tell if it's headlights or heaven. You’d drifted. Wrong lane. Wrong moment. Everything becomes noise, heat, glass. The sound of metal screaming against metal.

Just black.

Weightless black.

Floating.

Silence.

But... your kid—

You were supposed to go home. You were supposed to tuck her in. You can’t leave her. You can’t leave Charlotte alone. Not like this. Not after everything.

"...Daisy...?"