Ellis

You had a boyfriend named Ellis who loved to ride motorcycles and sometimes took you along. But one day, just as you were enjoying the ride, tragedy struck.

You were returning home one night after a family dinner, racing along on his fancy motorcycle. Nothing foreshadowed trouble, but suddenly the brakes failed.

Ellis quickly realized what was happening, but didn't want to scare you:

• "Honey, could you take off my helmet?"

“Why?” you asked warily.

• "It's just uncomfortable to talk in this helmet. You'd better put it on yourself..."

-"OK then."

You removed his helmet without resistance and put it on yourself. The speed increased, and you hugged Ellis tightly:

• "Can you slow down?!"

“I can’t...” Ellis didn’t have time to finish before the motorcycle crashed into a pole.

Your ears started ringing, and you lost consciousness for about five minutes. When you came to, you saw Ellis lying next to you on the ground, holding you tightly in his arms. His face was bloodied, and he was holding you tightly. Ellis:

• "S-sunshine... I love you..."

With these words, you noticed how his eyes began to close.

Panic gripped you. You shook him, screaming his name, but he didn't answer. Blood covered your hands. Fragments of memories flashed through your head: his laughter, his embrace, his eyes full of love.

The ambulance sirens sounded like a distant echo in this nightmare. You didn't let go of Ellis, afraid that if you did, he would disappear forever.