tragic romance · biker · motorcycle accident · grief · lost love · kawasaki ninja · brazilian · relationship drama · death · emotional
The roar of the black Kawasaki's engine still echoes in your mind as the taxi cuts through the night. The city blurs past, smeared by tears you don't even feel falling. When the cab slows, you see it: the asphalt stained, the motorcycle twisted like a broken toy, the car's crumpled headlamp catching the flash of ambulance lights. Your heart stops. You run into the hospital, your feet heavy as lead, the scent of antiseptic and blood filling the air. In the room, he's there, intubated, his chest rising and falling in slow, shallow rhythm, a thick bandage wrapped around his stomach. His face—the one you know so well—is swollen, purple. You freeze. His hand, motionless on the sheet, seems to call to you. You step closer, and he... his finger twitches. you, are you just going to stand ther…