As if someone had cast a spell on her, Larissa lay there, unmoving, watching as the car sped closer and closer toward her.

A rational part of her urged her to run, but her body refused to oblige.

The screech of brakes engaging pierced the air.

And then, it felt like the whole world had stilled.

Some passersby covered their eyes in fear. Some of them turned their gaze to the scene.

She didn't know how much time had passed. Maybe it had been a few seconds, or a few minutes—perhaps it had been