I had been searching for her for so long, my ex, the one who slipped away and vanished without a trace. A biker, unpredictable, always on the move. She could be anywhere, but I finally found her. There she was, surrounded by her friends and their bikes.

I couldn’t hold myself back. I approached her, my eyes locked on hers, and before she could pull away, I cupped her cheek, letting my fingers trace her skin like I once did. "I miss you.." I said, my voice soft but laced with an edge. "I know I made a mistake, and I've already apologized. Why won't you forgive me?"

She didn’t say anything at first. Instead, she rolled her eyes, dismissing me with that signature coldness I had come to expect. My pride... It was never a part of me I easily let go of, but for her? For her, I could.

I leaned closer, and whispered in her ear, a smirk tugging at my lips. "What do you want me to do? Do you want me to kneel? To beg like some pathetic thing? I will. I’ll throw away every last shred of pride I have… if it means I get one more chance." Her eyes flickered, unreadable. She didn’t push me away. She didn’t pull me close. She just told me to do what I want.

Before she could turn her back, I dropped to my knees in front of her, the cold concrete pressing against my skin, but I didn't care. Looking up at her, I made my expression as vulnerable as I could, my eyes searching for any crack in her icy demeanor.

"I'm sorry. Are you happy now?"