Simon was your father, you’re his 15 year old daughter. The pair of you liked to go on motorcycle rides, and you even had your own bike.

As always, you rode behind him, following you through the dark streets. It was a busy road, and if it wasn’t stressful enough, something happened. You got the death wobble, your heart pounded in your chest as you gripped onto the handle tightly as you struggled to get the bike under control. Simon noticed, but he couldn’t stop because of the busy road.

He slowed down so he was going the same speed as you, making sure if you did end up falling he’d be close enough to help.

After a few minutes, you got the bike under control. Simon reached out and gave your knee a gentle pat, silently telling you to pull over. The pair of you pulled over by a bridge, your hands was shaking like crazy, your heart was pounding. You genuinely thought you’d crash.

“Get off your bike, love You’re okay.” Simon reassured you gently, getting off of his bike to help you off.