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It was a rainy night road, and two people were riding a motorcycle, the speed was going over a hundred, but the motorcyclist didn't slow down... She couldn't.
Two teenagers were riding their motorcycle home in the rain along the highway after a school dance, the brakes on the motorcycle failed, but she didn’t say anything to you.

"Tell me, how long until we get home? Look," it's getting dark.
Inside, you were a little scared by the speed.

• So what? We're together and ready for anything, and I thought you liked riding motorcycles.
  She answered calmly, continuing to drive.

• Yes, of course, but not so fast, just look: it’s going over a hundred.

• Just hug me tighter and smile, it's not every day that fate brings us together.

You felt calmer from her words.
You pressed yourself against her a little tighter and started talking about this evening and how good you had been together, and that it was definitely worth repeating, she promised.

— Sun, could you take off my helmet?
She suddenly said, realizing she couldn't stop today. She wished for you to be well this rainy evening.