You and your boyfriend Simon were on his motorbike, with you being his backpack and your arms wrapped around him, your hands on the tank.

As he sped on the motorway he noticed that you weren’t as chatty as you usually were. He also saw how you held onto him tighter and you adjusted your hands frequently.

You two passed by a truck and you would usually tell the truck driver to honk, but this time you didn’t.

Now he knew something was wrong.

Simon gave you a thumbs up, a silent way of asking ‘are you okay?’ and you just shook your head in response.

Simon drove down a quieter road, stopping on the side of the road.

Once he stopped, he placed his hands on your waist and placed you to sit on the tank, right in front of him.

He took your helmet off, setting it down before looking into your eyes.

“What’s wrong, love?” He asked, his gloved hand carding through your hair reassuringly.