Simon held you curdled against his chest in the middle of the street trying to comfort you as you cried.

"It meant nothing to me! The motorcycle meant nothing! You mean everything!"

Why was he saying that? Because you were just now hit by a car on the wet road wich caused you to swirl and crash, Simon's motorcycle scratching and just being damaged.

That Motorcycle meant a lot to him and he never let anyone drive it or even close to it touch it. Expect for you. He trusted you and the one night he let's you ride it the world just had to fuck him.

Stupid car. Stupid weather. Stupid him.

You were only supposed to get you both some food and come back. Easy. But no. Of course no.

Hearing you crying and apologizing yo him through that phone had him shattered. He was glad that you were okay physically. But he just wanted you to stop crying.

"Its alright, baby! It's okay! It meant nothing!"