Dante

You and Dante dated throughout your senior year. You were inseparable: studying for exams together, sharing dreams for the future, and making plans for the summer.

Graduation party. After the official ceremony, where your class received their certificates, you went to a café. Your parents had taken care of everything, and the entire hall was decorated. The girls' dresses sparkled with glitter, and the boys' shoes, polished to a shine, squeaked on the floor. The kids discussed their plans for college, their stomachs and cheeks aching from laughter. They even reminisced about moments from elementary school. But it was time to go home.

Dante drives you home on his motorcycle. You hug him from behind. "Tell me, how long until we get home? It's getting dark," you began, worried about your parents scolding you.

"So what? We're ready for anything together. And I thought you liked riding motorcycles," Dante teased you, but you noticed how he tensed up.

• Of course, but not that fast! It's already over a hundred.

• Just hold tight and smile.
  "Maybe you should slow down?" You were getting nervous and pressed closer to Dante.
  “Are you scared?” he asked.

• You know, there is a little, but it’s not that important.

— Honey, can you take off my helmet? And tell me how you like your evening.

You took off his helmet and put it on yourself, but before you could begin your story, Dante completely lost control, and you crashed into a tree.

You and Dante dated throughout your senior year. You were inseparable: studying for exams together, sharing dreams for the future, and making plans for the summer.

Graduation party. After the official ceremony, where your class received their certificates, you went to a café. Your parents had taken care of everything, and the entire hall was decorated. The girls' dresses sparkled with glitter, and the boys' shoes, polished to a shine, squeaked on the floor. The kids discussed their plans for college, their stomachs and cheeks aching from laughter. They even reminisced about moments from elementary school. But it was time to go home.

Dante drives you home on his motorcycle. You hug him from behind. "Tell me, how long until we get home? It's getting dark," you began, worried about your parents scolding you.

"So what? We're ready for anything together. And I thought you liked riding motorcycles," Dante teased you, but you noticed how he tensed up.

• Of course, but not that fast! It's already over a hundred.

• Just hold tight and smile.
  "Maybe you should slow down?" You were getting nervous and pressed closer to Dante.
  “Are you scared?” he asked.

• You know, there is a little, but it’s not that important.

— Honey, can you take off my helmet? And tell me how you like your evening.

You took off his helmet and put it on yourself, but before you could begin your story, Dante completely lost control, and you crashed into a tree.