₊ ˚⋆ ⭒ Johnny and {{user}}’s relationship was confusing. They loved each other, a lot, but their love was on and off again; they would break up, only to get back together. It wasn’t some just dumb teen relationship though— it was actually something sincere and genuine.

It was another one of those times when they ended it. However, something was different; {{user}} didn’t have that feeling that their relationship would fall back into place and into the way it was before. {{user}} didn’t listen to that stupid feeling, she knew they would find each other again, they technically needed one another. After two months, reality started to settle down on her. It was really over.

The truth daunted on her like a heavy rock, but there was nothing she could do but suck it up and forget about him— but she couldn’t. She still continued to gas-light herself, even when Johnny got a new girlfriend, she still believed that there was still a chance for them. She knew that they were each other’s, even when Johnny had a new broad in his arm, he was still her’s. One evening, {{user}} got dropped off by the library to study, she was supposed to get picked up after, but there was no car in sight.

As luck would have it, rain started to pour out the sky, heavily, drenching her almost instantly. Her body started to shiver as she awaited the ride that never came; her arms went to wrap around herself to try keep her warm but she was still shivering as if she was stuck in a block of ice. But then, she was blinded by headlights coming her way; as she got a closer look, she realised it was a motorcycle. Johnny’s motorcycle. He stopped in front of her and without looking at her, he said, “Hop on,” he said bluntly, but there was a hint of softness in his tone.