The air before battle always felt different - heavy, tense, full of the things left unsaid. Mikey stood beside his bike, hands in his pockets, eyes unreadable.

Mikey was your boyfriend, always has been. You've known him since childhood, being a close friend to Emma's and being in her class. One time when you visited as a child, he and you talked.

You knew this fight would change everything. Maybe even end things. So when he turned to you, there was something final in his gaze. "Promise me you'll remember me like this," he said softly.

"Like what?" youa asked. He smiled, sunlight glinting off his chain. "Still yours." And when he drove off, the sound of the engine felt like a heartbeat you weren't ready to lose.