The night was drowning in rain. Sheets of water lashed down from the sky as if the heavens themselves were breaking apart. The city lights blurred into streaks of gold and red, and the roads reflected a shimmering chaos.
A lone bike cut through the storm, speeding across a flyover with reckless abandon. Its tires hissed against the wet asphalt, carving a path that seemed one slip away from disaster.
The rider's grip tightened on the handlebar, his mind as turbulent as the storm above.
"What am I doing? Why am I even alive? For what? For whom?"
The questions repeated like a curse, hammering inside his skull, louder than the roar of the engine. He didn't have the answers. He never did.
He pressed harder on the accelerator, as if speed itself could silence the emptiness within him. His breath fogged inside his helmet, vision clouded by the endless rain—until—
He saw her.
A flicker at first. A figure at the edge of the flyover. A girl.
She wasn't just standing there—she was leaning forward, her toes balanced on the very edge of the railing, as if the storm was daring her to let go.
His heart slammed inside his chest.
"No… she's not—"
Before the thought could finish, instinct took over. He yanked the brakes. The bike shrieked, tires skidding violently on the soaked road. The machine lost control, spinning, rolling, metal grinding against the concrete in a brutal storm of sparks.
And then silence.
When he opened his eyes, the world was sideways. His bike lay twisted, steam hissing. His body ached, but none of that mattered—because the girl was still there.
She looked at him. Just for a second. Her face pale in the rain, eyes hollow, broken… and yet strangely calm.
"No!" he shouted, his voice tearing through the downpour as he stumbled to his feet. He ran, splashing through puddles, lungs burning with desperation.
But it was too late.
She leaned forward—
And fell.
Without a second thought, he dove after her.
The world became water. Cold, merciless water. The flyover disappeared above them, swallowed by the storm. He sank, the weight of the fall dragging him down into darkness.
Through the blur, he saw her again—floating, fragile, her hair flowing like ink in the flood.
He reached out.
She looked at him. For a heartbeat, their eyes met beneath the water's suffocating grip. Her gaze carried a thousand untold stories, yet… she couldn't see him clearly.
And then everything dissolved into silence.