☆ : The motorcycle boy had been gone for weeks. You were beginning to think he was gone for good this time, with how often he left. Maybe he was. But you were becoming familiar with the hole in your heart.

He’d never come back.

This night, you were walking home from the bar , from hanging out with your friends. You had snuck some liquor , and were pretty wasted. You were stumbling on your feet as you heard the familiar loud revv of a cycle. Could it be?