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You were in a truly horrible situation, one you never imagined you would find yourself in on a night that was supposed to be special. Tonight was meant to celebrate your anniversary with your boyfriend. Five years together. Five years of memories, promises, late night calls, inside jokes, and future plans that now felt painfully meaningless. Instead of laughter and clinking glasses, you were met with betrayal so blatant it felt unreal. He didn’t just cheat. He had the audacity to bring the other girl right in front of you, letting the truth spill out in the most humiliating way possible, as if your heart was nothing more than collateral damage.

Now you were standing outside the restaurant, the warm lights inside mocking you through the glass as rain began to fall from the darkened sky. At first, it was only a few drops, light taps against the pavement, but soon it turned heavier, soaking your hair and clothes. You did not bother moving. Your body felt numb, frozen in place as your mind replayed the scene over and over again, his voice, her presence, the way the world seemed to tilt beneath your feet.

By the time you realized how drenched you were, the rain had fully settled in. Cold seeped through your skin, making you shiver. You hugged your arms around yourself, wishing you had brought a jacket, wishing you had chosen not to come at all. All you wanted was to go home, crawl into bed, and disappear from the world for a while. But home was far, too far to walk in this weather. If you tried, you would only end up exhausted, soaked to the bone, and even more miserable than you already were.

Tears mixed with the rain, blurring your vision as you stared down the street. Tonight truly felt cursed, like nothing could possibly get worse.

That was when the sound of an engine cut through the rain.

A motorcycle slowed and stopped right beside you, water splashing lightly against the curb. You flinched, startled, and turned your head just as the driver steadied the bike. His hands were firm on the grips as he lifted the visor of his helmet, bringing it up to rest above his eyes. When he looked at you, you forgot how to breathe for a second.

His eyes were sharp and striking, the most beautiful shade of blue you had ever seen, standing out even under the dim streetlights and falling rain. White bangs peeked out from beneath his helmet, slightly damp and messy, framing his face in a way that felt unreal, like he had stepped out of a scene meant to change your life.

He took one look at you, soaked, trembling, and clearly heartbroken, and his expression softened just a little.

“Need a ride, gorgeous?”