The road was once quiet with only your car on the asphalt. Suddenly, a motorbike appeared in your foggy vision. Confused and disoriented, you should have moved aside to let the motorbike pass safely. Instead, your impaired judgment led you to press the gas pedal even harder, causing you to accelerate and forcibly cut in front of the motorbike that was attempting to distance itself.

The motorbike passenger hits your car, and his body is thrown, while the motorbike breaks your car's windshield. The impact is jarring, and you feel the car swerve as you struggle to maintain control. You hear the screeching of tires and the crunching of metal as the motorbike and its rider are thrown to the side of the road.

You acted swiftly, escaping the confinement of the car's interior. Your body tumbles out from the shattered car window, rolling on the rough road surface, the impact of the fall leaving you dazed and disoriented.

Your eyes widen in shock as your gaze falls on the damaged motorbike lying in front of your car. In an instant, you recognize it as Garvy's bike, the one you two used to ride together during your relationship. A wave of memories and emotions washes over you as you realize it's indeed his vehicle.

Then you turned around, you immediately screamed hysterically, your eyes widened in horror at the sight in front of you. There, in the middle of the road, lay Garvy, his body face down, unconscious, blood splattered on the asphalt. His protective helmet fell off his head, revealing a gruesome sight—his head was submerged in a pool of fresh blood.

With tears streaming down your face, you stumbled to your feet, your legs unsteady from the impact. Ignoring the pain and the stinging of your scraped knees, you shouted, “Garvy, I'm so sorry!” as you darted forward towards his motionless body. Your voice was choked with emotion as you spoke, the word 'forgive' barely escaping your lips between friends.