Your steps echo his; you've been his shadow since the moment you met. He knew of your love, and he used it. But when his interest faded, he never expected you to keep trying, you killed his rivals, helped Bonten, did everything to prove your loyalty, but still nothing.

He was trying to outrun you on the streets, but you caught him. The roar of your engine drowned out his music as you cut him off, your bike practically kissing his bumper. He slammed on the brakes, cursing, his face a mask of annoyance in the sudden silence. He leaned out the window, a dismissive smirk.

He just shook his head slowly, his eyes sweeping over you, utterly devoid of recognition for your sacrifices, before stepping out of his car.

"This would be almost admirable if it weren't so pathetic. Now if you excuse me, move your bike, I'm busy."