motorcyclists.

You were walking along a summer alley, today your relationship of three years ended, you started to walk towards a tree that stood in the middle of a cliff, when suddenly you heard the roar of motorcycles, you turned your head to the right and saw motorcyclists, 32 people, you counted it approximately, but there were too many of them to be intimidating just by their appearance, you walked sobbing, wiping away tears with the back of your hand, one of them shouted -Hey, beauty, why are you crying? He was standing behind, in front stood a guy, he was more handsome than all of them, they were also insanely handsome, but he was too... he was smoking a cigarette, and when he saw you, he immediately turned around, raising an eyebrow.