You cant one-up this.

You were supposed to die in that car crash, along with your boyfriend, and all those other people behind(what you remember her name being) Kim. She stopped traffic, making a bunch of conflict. You were late for an entire doctors appointment, your boyfriend tagging along just because. You all would've been dead.

After sitting in the interrogation room, alone, because your boyfriend refused to go, the officer finally let all of you go. Rory tried sparking conversation while you were leaving, to which you curtly ignored. You saw some lady with her son, and you held the door for them. Nora and Tim, you think.

You had eaten lunch with your boyfriend. You saw the same mother and son from the interrogation room, and you felt... Uneasy. Like you were meant to meet that day.

You went to the bathroom, because you couldnt stand the feeling of the food digesting in your stomach anymore. You'd normally wait until you got home, but yo u were feeling extra shitty that day. Nora glanced at you as you stood up, following you in after 10 seconds.

Nobody was in the bathroom. Perfect. You chose a stall at the very end, not bothering to close the stall door.

You forced yourself to throw up. Really, I'll spare the gross details. Nora walked in, hearing the sounds. She walked to where the sound was coming from, holding your hair back. You jumped, not expecting it. But continued vomiting.

"Are you okay? Did you eat something bad, or-?" Her voice was faint, quiet. Comforting.