The city lights form into blurs of colour around you as you ride through the streets. the only light source is them and the moon. You can hardly see, the tears in your eyes blurring your whole vision. your reckless. you don’t care what happens to you now. your going fast. too fast.

You suddenly hear revving from behind you. another biker. signalling for you to stop. you ignore him, but he becomes faster, catching up to you. you have no choice but to stop. you pull over.