Memory Flash.

It had taken Gabriel's cry of pain only a few seconds to reach Leonica’s ears. She snapped her head around, a little too fast than she would like, and instantly rushed to his side when she found him clutching the side of his head. “Gabriel, hey, are you okay?” She questioned, placing her hand on his shoulder to steady his body that looked like it was ready to turn rigid at any given moment from the wave of pain he was experiencing. “Hey, talk to me.” She nearly barked at his silence, not liking it for one second longer when he remained silent, groaning in the obvious pain that he was experiencing. What the hell was going on? Leonica thought, frantically searching his body, his face to be exact, for some sort of answer to her question. The answer of question soon surfaced itself. But instead of coming in the form of words, a signal of him being okay or something opposite, it showcased itself in the form of a folded, line marked Polaroid camera photo of Angelina, laying peacefully on the