He slowly turned. He had been longing for that voice — a sweet innocent one — ever since the accident.
It was Luke — His younger brother. He stood amidst the wreckage, wide-eyed and reaching for him.
His heart clenched. He knew what happened next.
"No —" He ran forward, his legs burning with the urgency to change what had already been written in time. But just as he reached out, the ground beneath his sibling crumbled, swallowing them into the darkness below. Their hand slipped from his grasp.
Clark froze, his breath ragged. Then, slowly, the whispers started.
"You should have saved me."
"You abandoned me."
"You don't deserve to be here."
Ghostly figures emerged from the shadows — his family, all of them watching him with hollow, accusing eyes. They were saying things all at once, he couldn't understand what they were saying. But, he was sure of one thing — they accuses him for not saving them, and surviving alone.
