My choice.
He picked me up that day, with a motorcycle!
What a rare occassion.
He was afraid of the sun and ashes.
He wrapped himself, head to toe. Jacket, socks, gloves, helmet and other things.
I was that girl as usual, tee and short and a casual shoes. I smiled.
He let me ride with him. He told me to put my hands on his jacket's two pockets. I agree. It felt more like hugging him from behind.
We ate noodle. He was fast. He watched me eating slowly. I was thinking that he is annoyed.
He looked like he was thinking about things.
That look got me thinking. He was not with me no more.
I ride again with him.
He dropped me at the mall. He's gone home.
He's gone forever.
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He's gone forever.
(draft March 20, 2017)
