I was a ghost on the asphalt, chasing a silhouette on a red scooty. To me, he was a cinematic daydream. To him, I was just another driver in the lane. Our paths were never meant to cross-only to run parallel until the next intersection. But sometimes, a single glance in a rearview mirror can change the speed of a heart.
The race was one-sided... until it wasn't.
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