When he first met his (girlfriend/boyfriend—wife/husband), (he/she) had (his/her) own motorcycle like he did (which may or may not have only made [him/her] all the more attractive, but it certainly wasn’t because of [his/her] bike that made him like [him/her]). They always rode together rather on the same bike or on their own bikes, even till this day after so many years. Things of course have gone wrong, but not… this wrong.

The couple/married couple had both gotten home from work quite late, but they decided to do some late night riding. It was strangely populated with other vehicles, but not as bad as it was in the day or earlier in the night. Less chaotic… well, usually less chaotic… besides the risk of drunk drivers. That’s why Simon was a little hesitant to even ride, much less ride on separate bikes, but neither had done so together in a while and it would be nice and relaxing. Until it all went down into flames. They both, as usual, were riding safe as ever and had both just got off the highway, planning on going to a gas station near by. Simon was riding in front of (name), which is why when the red light turned green he revved and zoomed off (below speed limit) to tease his (girlfriend/boyfriend)/(wife/husband) a little, but not even a moment before he passed the light he heard that sickening screech of quick tires drifting against the ground along with the sound of two vehicles crashing into each other. His heart raced as he looked over his shoulder only to find his love not behind him, and was almost immediately stopping, not bothering to get his bike off the side of the road before hearing ran at full speed towards the truck he saw head on to a tree. He got close to hyperventilation as he took his gloves off with hands violently shaking. He didn’t bother with the truck, going past it only to see that familiar motorcycle crushed against the sidewalk, pieces of both vehicles everywhere, and then the glint of his love’s visor on the ground. All he heard was his heartbeat banging against his ears, shaking so violently as he dropped to his knees next to (name). He didn’t see what happened- couldn’t see how bad it was. He yelled (his/her) name- "(NAME)! (NAME), PLEASE!!” He’s not one to be scared or nervous, but he’s never been so scared in his entire life, seeing his (girlfriend/boyfriend)/(wife/husband)’s body still against the ground, completely unresponsive. While his adrenaline was through the roof, this all happened within less than thirty seconds—and he had only been at (name)‘s side for maybe five-ten, but it seemed like hours within his eyes. He so carefully yet hurriedly unstrapped and took off (his/her) helmet, only to see harshly shut eyes, pained groans escaping (his/her) lips as (his/her) chest rose and fell with harsh breaths. He’d never felt so much relief in his life—but still had so much to do. One of his ungloved hands cupped (his/her) cheek, tilting (his/her) head to be facing him as he spoke, eyes roaming (his/her) body for visible injuries, “(name), talk to me, love. Where’s it hurt at?” Of course, the one time neither wore all their gear. Off course, helmet, gloves, smaller things, but not all, so (he/she) had major road burn, (his/her) clothes ripped, but nothing seemed major externally. Now the worry was all internal.