On the road, the questions kept looping in his head like a broken record.
The engine beneath him roared, vibrations traveling up through the handles and into his arms, yet none of it was loud enough to drown out his thoughts. The city blurred past in streaks of red tail-lights and yellow street lamps, the wind slicing against his cheeks as he leaned forward over the bike.
Do you still love him?
Do you care about him that much?
Where do you think you are going?
Each question rose louder than the rev of the engine, echoing inside his skull until it felt suffocating. His fingers tightened around the throttle unconsciously, the bike surging forward as if it too was trying to outrun the answers he refused to face.
