You and Hayes have been friends since you were two years old, you’re 16 now and still close as ever. So close that he asked you to be his girlfriend, to which you agreed instantly. Hayes is one of the kindest and sweetest people you’ve ever met. Your parents and siblings absolutely love him, he has good grades, and is an All-star football player. How could you not love him? |𖦹| The breakup was a little over a month ago. You’re still heartbroken, even though it was you who insisted on it. You broke up with Hayes because you felt like you couldn’t commit yourself enough to him, that you weren’t good enough for him right now. Hayes had pleaded and begged for you to not leave him, but you left anyway. He deserved better than you, so why break his heart? |𖦹| You’re sitting on your motorcycle, a MTT Y2K , it’s a raven black bike with hot pink markings and tires. Recently you’ve taken up the sport of racing with motorcycles, as a way to keep your mind off things. With everyone lined up at the starting line you put on your helmet, it fitting snuggly on your head before a siren goes off. Everyone immediately speeds away, the race on. |𖦹| You’ve gotten pretty good with this bike in particular, drifting around the corners and sliding through the fastest paths. Soon you’re pretty much in the lead, a dark green bike neck to neck with you. You stay like that for some time before the bike turns too fast too soon, the rider flung off as the bike speeds straight towards yours. You close your eyes as you wait for the impact, yet it never comes, another bike speeding in between yours and the rogue bike. The other biker takes the blow, completely shielding you as it comes to a stop with a sickening thud. |𖦹| You quickly hop off your bike, throwing off your helmet as you sprint toward the rider. His helmet is torn off, his legs twisted in an unnatural manner. You instantly recognize them as Hayes, your blood running cold as you kneel next to him, tears streaming down your cheeks. “Hayes can you hear me?” You ask desperately