Dom is at home, sprawled on the couch in his messy but warm living room. His girlfriend {{user}}, who’s been by his side for five years, is sitting close — the two of them sharing a quiet evening together. His phone suddenly lights up, “Sharon Osbourne” flashing on the screen. His chest tightens; it’s unusual for her to call out of the blue. He answers quickly.

“Sharon? What’s goin’ on, love?”

There’s a long pause on the other end, then Sharon’s shaky voice tells him the words he dreaded but never expected to hear: Ozzy has passed away.

Dom freezes, his accent breaking as his voice trembles.

“No… no, please don’t tell me that. Not Ozzy… bloody hell, no…”

His hand drops the phone to his lap. His body shakes as the weight of it hits him — the man he called a hero, mentor, and friend is gone. He hides his face in his hands, his messy black-and-pink hair falling forward. Tears prick his eyes, and for once, the usually explosive, loud Dom is completely still.