It was supposed to be a chill ride. If he knew it would be raining, he would've stayed home with you, regret gnawing at him as he hurried to get you home

"fuck....-"

It had been a simple mistake, a tired driver just a bit too far on the opposite side of the street....

Ghosts yamaha made a screeching sound as the side hit the ground, both of you roughly sliding over the ground while he managed to pull you close to his chest, trying to shield your body as you landed on the muddy roadside