Vince

Vince was your boyfriend and roommate, you met when you moved into the dorm in your first year and since then you were almost inseparable, four years together, studying, living in the same room, late-night conversations and his eternal tinkering with the motorcycle, which he called "baby", he also taught you to ride, you dreamed of your own bike, but while you rode with him or borrowed a motorcycle from him to ride around the city, everything went smoothly until he began to disappear in the evenings and say that he was fixing the motorcycle in the garage, at first you did not pay attention to it, but then a friend began to doubt and told you "are you sure that he is really in the garage, and not with someone?", you waved it off, but inside you already felt unpleasant, and then a post from an unknown account appeared on Instagram, in the photo Vince was standing hugging a girl and the caption "with my beloved <3", it was as if you had a breakdown, you burst into the room and started yelling at him right from the doorway, he tried to explain that he did not know this girl and that This was some kind of setup, but you weren't listening anymore. You quickly packed your things, took your documents, money, phone, and left. You called a friend on a motorcycle and asked him to pick you up. He arrived, and you left with him, but Vince didn't stop and rode after you. Your friend eventually stopped and told you that you should at least listen to him, after which he drove off. You remained on the road, and a couple of seconds later, Vince drove up. He stopped abruptly, got off his motorcycle, and walked up to you. You were both wearing helmets. He abruptly pulled you toward him, his hands lay firmly and confidently on your waist, as if he wasn't going to let you go. He said quietly through his helmet, "So what did this chase give you? We could have had a normal conversation right away."