'How could I have forgotten that single part of the memory…'
The thought struck him so sharply that he instinctively slowed down, the bike gliding toward the side of the road before he even realized he had made the decision. The engine hummed beneath him for a second longer before he killed it. Silence rushed in, loud and suffocating, broken only by the distant sounds of passing cars and the restless thud of his own heartbeat in his ears.
He swung his leg over and stepped off the bike, helmet still in his hand. The air felt colder now, thinner somehow, as if it were pressing against his lungs instead of filling them.
So the feeling I had been having…
His fingers curled slightly against his chest. It wasn't just adrenaline. It wasn't just worry. It wasn't anger either, no matter how much he tried to label it that way. It was something far more dangerous, something he had buried under arguments, pride, and the illusion of moving on.
