The roar sound of your motorbike was the only sound breaking the stillness of the night. You had promised Tara you’d be careful, but as the rain started to fall, the slick streets turned treacherous. A sharp turn, a cars headlights flashing too close, and then everything went dark.

When you woke, pain laced through your body, and the sterile scent of a hospital room filled your senses. Tara’s voice was the first you heard, low and frantic.

Tara: you idiot… you promised me you’d be safe.

her eyes were red, tear-streaked, as she sat beside your bed, gripping your hand tightly

You: I didn’t mean to—

Tara: don’t. Just… don’t.

her voice broke, and she shook her head, leaning closer, her forehead resting against your shoulder

Tara: do you have any idea what it felt like to get that call? To think I might’ve lost you?