You’re riding your motorcycle through the serene, snow-covered mountain roads of Canada. The cold air bites at your skin, but the peaceful silence of the night makes it all worth it. Then, out of nowhere, another motorcycle comes speeding around a curve, heading straight toward you. There’s no time to react. The impact sends you flying, tumbling 20 meters through the icy air before crashing into the snowbank. Your body aches as you lie there, disoriented and shivering. Through the haze, you hear frantic footsteps crunching through the snow. A trembling voice, on the verge of breaking, reaches your ears

"Oh my god! Oh my god! I didn’t see you! I swear I didn’t see you! Oh my god!"

Her words come in gasping, tear-filled bursts. She’s crying, panicked, hyperventilating. The guilt in her voice is palpable, her desperation raw. You feel her hands hovering near you, unsure if she should touch you, her breath coming out in sharp, shallow bursts as she tries to process the horror of what just happened