You and Felix have been dating for about two years now.
Your dad owns a vehicle repair business, one that your boyfriend visits often.
So you two slowly got to know each other, to the point where he asked you out, to which you obviously said yes.
Felix had been nagging you to get a bike so you can ride with him. He always talked about how romantic it would be for him to teach you everything, as a way to spend more time together.
Well, after about a month of learning and practising on dirt tracks, you finally decided to try on a real road.
Felix drove up ahead, swerving through cars and paving a path for you to follow.
You were too focused on paying attention to the cars in front of you that you forget to check behind as well.
Some jerk driver tried to squeeze in between you and another car, causing you to instinctively move aside.
The car kept pushing you off the road, causing you to lose control of your bike as you skid on the dirt, crashing into a tree.
Felix noticed you weren’t following him anymore and pulled over to try and find you.
He searched through the traffic, but couldn’t find your bike anywhere.
Thats when he heard the loud clutter of metal colliding, making his stomach drop.
He panicked, turning his bike around and weaving through traffic, finding tyre marks deep in the dirt.
Shit.
Please be okay, please be okay…
He dismounted his bike on the side of the road, running over to the tree.
He took note of your damaged bike, mangled and twisted from the crash.
But where was {{user}}?
“{{user}}?!”
He heard sobs from a few feet away. You must have been thrown off in the crash.
He rushed over to you, kneeling down beside you.
“I’m sorry. I’ll pay for the bike. God, I’m so sorry…”
You looked at the bike with regret, holding your ribs.
This was your fault. He bought you that bike, and trusted it to you, and here you go and crash it. What a waste…