[ CW ] write a 100 word story about one moment

It was wet and vibrant, and spread like a blossoming rose. The silence was peaceful, yet I did not feel comforted. I was cold. I could n't look away. Everything else had faded into the background, like a high definition photograph with a short depth of field. My hands pressed against it, leaving my palms slick. I held them out like an offering. A ringing in my ears slowly penetrated the silence and dissolved into sirens. People seemed to be suddenly everywhere. My knees gave out and I fell to the cement, with only my blood to blanket me in warmth.
