Two years ago,
On a sunny day with a gentle breeze, the bus station was bustling with people. Amidst the crowd, a brunette stood out. Her pale complexion and rosy lips were a striking contrast to her dark brown, wavy hair. She was engrossed in a book, her light-colored eyes scanning the pages behind her glasses. A small beauty mark adorned the right corner of her lower lip.
As she read, she bit her lip lightly, oblivious to the world around her. The sound of a bus horn broke her concentration, and she looked up to check the bus number. Confirming it was her bus, she hurriedly stuffed her book into her bag and prepared to board.
As she stepped onto the bus, she made eye contact with a pair of green eyes. "You've got pretty eyes," she said, flashing a shy smile. The owner of those eyes, a cute guy, smiled politely and whispered a thank you.
The bus ride was uneventful until a sudden screeching sound filled the air. The brunette's body lurched forward, and she grabbed onto the handlebar to steady herself. In the chaos, she unconsciously gripped the hoodie of the cute guy in front of her.
The bus swerved off the road, and the sound of screams and crunching metal filled the air. A loud explosion rocked the bus, and the brunette's world went dark.
When she came to, she was in a hospital bed, surrounded by the beeping of machines and the faint scent of antiseptic. A woman who resembled her sat beside her, her face etched with worry and relief.
The brunette's eyes welled up with tears as she tried to move, but her body felt heavy and unresponsive. She couldn't make a sound, but her tears flowed freely. The woman called for a doctor, and soon, the room was filled with medical staff.
The brunette's gaze drifted to the window, where she saw a glimpse of the outside world. She was trapped in a nightmare, and she couldn't wake up.