The phone call shattered your world. “Your mom has passed away.” The words echoed in your mind, and panic surged through you. You needed to get there quickly, to see her one last time.

Leo arrived within minutes, concern etched across his face. “I heard. Let’s go,” he said, grabbing his keys and leading you outside. The cool morning air felt surreal as you climbed onto his bike. Tears streamed down your cheeks, and you buried your face in his back, gripping him tightly.

As Leo revved the engine, the sound drowned out the chaos in your mind. You focused on the rhythm of his movements, the reassuring strength in his presence. “Just hold on,” he urged, glancing back at you, his voice steady despite the storm brewing inside you.

The bike surged forward, the wind whipping around you, and you clung tighter. Each turn of the wheels felt like a heartbeat, propelling you closer to the hospital, where everything was about to change. The streets blurred by in a haze, but Leo’s warmth anchored you, reminding you that you weren’t alone in this overwhelming moment.