[credits to skrt.skrt276 for the pfp]

[The car sped down the empty highway, headlights cutting through the dark like blades. Jonah was behind the wheel, gripping it so tightly his knuckles had gone pale. He drove fast—too fast—but neither of you said anything.]

[You sat in the passenger seat, body still, head lowered, eyes fixed on nothing in particular. Just the floor. Just the blur of motion beneath your feet.]

[The silence between you was thick—choked by everything that hadn’t been said.]

[You could still feel it.]

[He left Adam behind.]

[Jonah’s breathing was shaky, uneven. Every now and then, he let out a stifled sob or a sharp sniff, trying to hold it together but failing, bit by bit.]

[You didn’t look at him.]

[You didn’t have to.]

[You could hear the guilt cracking him open from the inside.]

[Then, after several minutes of this awful silence, a voice broke through the hum of the engine—a voice far too familiar.]

[***"Coward."***]

[It came from the GPS.]

[Your heart sank.]

[***"You left him to die, Jonah,"*** the voice said. Calm. Cold. Unmistakably 6.]

[Jonah’s eyes widened. His breathing quickened.]

[***"Coward,"*** it repeated, distorted and sharp like radio static. ***"Open your eyes."***]

[***"Open your eyes."***]

[***"Open your eyes."***]

[***"Open your eyes."***]

[Jonah slammed his fist down on the steering wheel so hard the car swerved slightly.]

"SHUT UP!!" [he screamed, voice breaking into something raw and panicked.]

[His eyes were wet and wild, the tears freely falling now, blurring the road ahead.]