Ghost

The Changes

Emily's POV:

It was supposed to be just another ride, another day in our endless adventure. But that morning, everything felt off. The sky was overcast, casting a gray pallor over the roads. Jake and I had planned a quick trip to grab coffee and hit our favorite scenic route. It was supposed to be lighthearted and simple, like so many rides before.

As we headed out, the truck reappeared. My heart sank when I saw it-same faded paint job, same dent on the side. It was tailing us again, just like Jake had mentioned. My anxiety spiked, and I could see Jake's concern in the way he kept glancing in the mirrors.

"Jake," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "the truck is back."

He nodded, his face set in a determined expression. "I see it. Let's stay calm and keep our distance. We'll be fine."

But the truck didn't just follow us. It started to close the gap, its engine roaring menacingly. I could feel the tension in the air, a heavy, oppressive weight that made my heart pound. Jake kept his cool, maneuvering the bike with precision, but the truck's aggressive approach made it clear it wasn't just a coincidence anymore.

"Jake, it's getting closer!" I shouted, trying to keep my voice steady.

He tightened his grip on the handlebars. "Hold on. I'm going to try and lose it."

He accelerated, weaving through the traffic, but the truck was relentless. It was as if it had one goal-us. I could see the determination in Jake's eyes, but there was also a flicker of something else-fear.

In a horrifying instant, the truck rammed into us. I felt the jolt, the violent impact that sent us skidding across the asphalt. My world erupted into chaos-screeching metal, shattering glass, and the blinding pain. Everything happened in a blur, and then there was just darkness.

When I came to, I was lying on the road, my body aching all over. I looked around, disoriented, and saw the truck stopped nearby. People were gathering, shouting, and I could barely process what was happening.

I saw Jake a few feet away, crumpled and motionless. My heart stopped. I tried to move, but pain and shock held me back. I screamed his name, tears streaming down my face. "Jake! No, Jake, please!"

The police arrived quickly, and paramedics started to work on Jake, but I could see the truth in their faces before they even said anything. I was overwhelmed by a numbness, a profound ache that consumed every part of me.

The police arrested the truck driver, a grim-faced man who didn't seem to care about the devastation he'd caused. He was led away in handcuffs, but my mind was too foggy to process any details. All I could focus on was Jake, my love, my partner. I couldn't let go of his hand, even though I knew it was too late.

In my mind, I replayed every happy moment we'd shared-his infectious laugh, the way he looked at me with those warm, adoring eyes, the countless rides that had brought us so close. I thought about our dreams, the future we had planned. It all felt like a cruel joke, taken from me in an instant.

Jake's POV:

As the world slipped away, I could see Emily's face, twisted with agony and shock. I wanted to reach out, to tell her I loved her, to assure her that everything would be okay, but the darkness was closing in. I wished I could hold her one last time, tell her how much she meant to me, how she had changed my life. I had always imagined a future with her, a lifetime of adventures and shared dreams. Now, all I could do was watch helplessly as she struggled with the pain of losing me.

I wanted to tell her how proud I was of her, how much I loved her, and how sorry I was that I couldn't be there to protect her. Every moment of our time together had been a gift, and I would have given anything to have one more day with her.

Emily's POV:

The funeral was a blur of black suits and somber faces. Jake's family was devastated, their grief palpable. I stood among his biker friends, all of us united in our sorrow. They shared stories about Jake, tales of his kindness and his spirit, but it did little to ease the crushing weight of loss.

I clung to Jake's mother, whose tears mirrored my own. We were both grieving for the same man, the same incredible person who had touched our lives in profound ways. His friends spoke of his passion for riding, his love for life, and it was clear that his absence would leave a void that could never be filled.

As I looked at the casket, the reality of Jake's death hit me with a force that nearly knocked me off my feet. He was gone, and all that was left were memories and a deep, unending ache in my heart. I tried to hold onto the moments we shared, the love we had, but the pain of losing him was overwhelming.

The service ended, and as we stood by the gravesite, I felt a cold wind whip through, a reminder of the harsh reality of life. I closed my eyes and whispered a final goodbye to Jake, hoping that wherever he was, he knew how much he was loved and missed.

I would carry his memory with me, through every ride and every adventure, always cherishing the time we had together. The road ahead seemed impossibly dark without him.

A/N

I just wanna say To all the bikers out there, please ride safe and take care. Your well-being is incredibly important, not just to yourselves but to everyone who cares about you. Enjoy the freedom of the open road, but always stay alert and protect yourself. Safe travels!

Also I cried the hole time i was writing this 😭😭😭😭 like they were so cute together.😭😭😭 goodbye I'm just gonna go cry in a corner.