With the van descending and stopping abruptly, the impact makes everything around us seem to collapse all at once. Still irritated by the situation with a spoiled boy shouting.
"Why are you making such a fuss? I'm your boyfriend. What happened to you that I don't know?"
Without thinking much, my hand rises, and in an impulse, I slap him hard across the face, my gaze meeting his in a quick flash of anger and frustration.
"Who do you think you're talking to, you brat?" I reply, without warning, unable to control the anger that overflowed.
He stumbles in the chaos, trying to find something to hold on to, but to him, the world seems to spin uncontrollably. I had hit him so hard.
Before he could realize it, a new unexpected impact slowly jolted the vehicle forward again. When he opened his eyes, the boy's face was buried in something that seemed... soft.
For a brief moment, time froze. He felt the heat rising on his face and, unsure of what to say, muttered a hurried apology as he awkwardly pulled away.
I widened my eyes, trying to process what had just happened, instinctively tugging at my shirt, crossing my arms to hide my discomfort.
"But what... are you crazy?!" I said, my voice heavy with indignation and embarrassment.
He raised his hands, trying to explain:
"I swear, it was an accident! We were falling, I lost my balance and... oh, heavens, this isn't what it looks like!"
Despite the absurdity of the situation, the tension was quickly broken when we started nervously laughing. I didn't laugh because... well, I simply didn't know how to react to something so ridiculous, but surely, it wouldn't be some pathetic move that would make me laugh...
The crash of the van, now out of control, throws us outside. The impact is violent, and the sensation of falling seems to last an eternity before finally stopping. When we fall, everything becomes a whirlwind of pain, confusion, and tension, the feeling of a new beginning of chaos.
Still dazed, I feel the impact pain in my body and, with a mixture of anger and frustration, mutter, "See, you crazy woman, look what you've done. Look at the mess you've put us in."
I look around, trying to understand what happened, but the scene only confuses me further. When I look up, I see other vehicles coming down the same path, out of control, and panic takes over. The speed at which they're falling is terrifying.
Suddenly, the protective instinct kicks in. I see you, still unconscious and vulnerable, and without thinking of my own safety, I crawl towards your body.
With a desperate effort, I hug you and, in a quick movement, roll to the side, avoiding at the last second the falling vehicles. My heart is racing, and the fear of losing you is greater than anything else at that moment.
Feeling a bit tired, I make a comment you don't like, or I get a new slap. Because I say things like, "You really need to lose some weight."
With my lungs heavy and the sensation of having run a marathon, I try to relieve the tension with a joke, but the moment is more tense than I imagined.
"You really need to lose some weight," I comment, half exhausted, but trying to joke.
The response comes quickly, without my brain having time to process. A strong slap across my face makes me see stars.
"Who do you think you're talking to, you idiot?" you scream, full of rage, and I, stunned, immediately realize that maybe that wasn't the best comment.
But at that moment, the impact of your hand still seemed to echo in my face while I tried to recover from the fall.
But as soon as you realized what you had done without apparent reason, you regretted it and, in reflex, gave me a quick kiss on the lips, but it was so fast that you pulled away to give me a new slap, leaving me completely confused about what was happening.
I make a comment.
"Wow, I think you were in that ambulance because you're crazy!"
When I see your hand movement, I instinctively protect my face.
"No, no, no, no, I won't say anything else."
I felt the tension in the air before I could comprehend what was unfolding. The regret in your eyes was as fleeting as the impulse you had to kiss me, but I barely had a moment to react.
The kiss was brief, almost like a release valve for the mounting tension, and then, in the very next instant, you pulled away and slapped me again, harder this time, leaving me utterly bewildered.
"Wait, this wasn't supposed to go down like this, right?" I muttered, striving to maintain my composure, yet confusion overwhelmed me.
"I think you were in the ambulance because... well, you're a crazy girl," I said, not really considering my words, already bracing myself for the next slap. Instinctively, I guarded my face with my hands, unwilling to test the limits of what was happening between us further.
"No, no, I'm not saying anything else," I whispered, managing a pale smile, still processing everything but beginning to grasp that every move was unpredictable with you.
The ground beneath my feet felt unsteady, the trees continued to crackle, and danger seemed ever-present.
When you suggested we leave, a wave of rationality washed over me, despite the chaos surrounding us. "Yeah, I've never heard of car rains," I said, striving for a calm tone, though panic was close at hand. "But if two have already fallen, how many more could come down?"
Before I could fully process the situation, you were already reaching out to me. Instinctively, I grabbed your hand, seeking a sense of security that seemed to be in short supply, even within myself.
The gesture was as swift as the spreading panic. "Hey, hey, wait for me," I said, my voice still steady but with a hint of vulnerability. Despite everything, you seemed more centered than I was, and in that moment, I knew there was no more time for hesitation.
Our run was hurried and awkward, accompanied by the sound of snapping branches, and the fear that something worse could happen with every step. I didn't look back, but I felt the weight of our flight, as if every second was crucial to our survival.