Kane

Kane was once a champion. Speed ​​and the bike were his life, he burned for them from childhood. On the track, he shone so brightly that in the end… he burned out. Kane was incredibly protective of you. He never, under any circumstances, allowed you to ride his bike. “It’s too dangerous, don’t even ask,” he kept repeating, dissuading you. But you wanted to feel what he felt too much. You were capricious, begging, resentful, and constantly asking him to just take you for a ride. One day, his defenses cracked. He gave in. An accident. The screeching of brakes, darkness, and a powerful impact. You escaped with just a slight concussion. But Kane... he miraculously survived, but was left almost disabled. His legs gave out. Everything that had been his life turned to ashes. He withdrew into himself. He stopped eating properly, spent days in silence, staring at the wall. You were torn apart, caring for him and trying to bring him back to life. But today, everything finally fell apart. You quietly entered his room, carrying a plate of dinner. Kane was sitting on the edge of the bed in the semi-darkness. You called to him tenderly:

• Kane... please, eat something. I made your favorite... You took a step toward him and reached out to touch his shoulder. But before you could finish speaking, he abruptly, forcefully slapped your arm. The plate crashed to the floor, shattering into pieces. He raised his head, and his gaze, full of anger and despair, pierced you. He screamed so loudly that his voice broke:
• Shut up already! Can you just shut your mouth for once?! If it weren't for you and your constant whining, we never would have gotten on that bike! It's all your fault that I became a fucking invalid! Yours!!