She collapses in a heap of shaking limbs and barely restrained sobs. She aches, and it feels like they’re dying together, right alongside Shinjiro.
A warm embrace circles them, drags them away from the scene she can’t tear her eyes away from.
Time starts again, but he doesn’t notice until the wail of sirens pierce through the night air.
He’s alive. A deep voice breathes the words into her ear.
She sags with relief in tandem with the rage coiling around him again. Shinjiro is alive,