Mag-log inHis hands tighten on the handlebars. Too fast. Too much. Greg slams the brakes just before the jump, the bike skidding slightly beneath him as he brings it to a sharp stop. He swings off quickly, letting the bike fall safely away from him before it could tip back. His helmet comes off in one swift m
Jen The following month arrives with a quiet sense of anticipation that neither Greg nor I can quite shake. On the surface, things have been getting better. Greg is stronger now, noticeably so. The splint is gone; the boot has been replaced with proper support, and his physical therapy sessions hav
AndreaI don’t text him right away. I wait until I feel the time is right. He will play by my rule now. That is my strength. Patience sharpened into something cruel. While Greg is trying to rebuild his body, inch by painful inch, I have been rebuilding something else entirely. Something colder. Som
Greg taps the pen against the page thoughtfully. “Matching hair dye?” I give him a look. “You are not touching my hair.” He grins. “Worth a shot.” We went back and forth, laughing, crossing things out, and adding new ones. Then, at the exact same moment. “Matching tattoos.” We both freeze. Then we
A week after my birthday, things finally begin to feel like they are moving forward instead of circling the same storm. Greg stands in the middle of the physical therapy room, rolling his wrist slowly, testing the movement. The splint was gone. The stiffness lingered, but it isn’t the same sharp, li
I didn’t realize how tightly I was gripping my bag until I reached my apartment door, and my fingers ached when I loosened them. For a second, I just stand here. Breathing. Letting the cold air from outside fade, letting the adrenaline settle, though it doesn’t fully. It buzzes under my skin, sharp,
I leave the crowd, avoiding watching the trophy presentation as I need to find Garrett urgently. I hear someone calling my name from behind me, but I ignore it as I have something more urgent to deal with. I try and navigate myself through the crowd and all the riders who didn’t make it to the podiu
Just the night is young and there's still my league to do their heats and then the final race. My teammates are not racing together; they are competing in their own heats, which I am grateful for. It gives them each a chance to make it to the final and to the podium. It is a dream for all of us to b
Jen gasps and covers her mouth in total shock, “You bought a ring for me?” I nod, “But I don’t understand, Greg, why buy me a ring and plan on having a future with me if you were gonna break up with me anyway?” I can physically see Jen shaking from this unexpected news.“I can’t answer that right no
Jameson quickly wheels me away to our trailer so the boys can finish working on their bikes. “I can’t believe that psycho crazy bitch. How dare she say that we are engaged? I would never do that to Jen. We’re not engaged, are we?” I ask them, as the three of them would know more than I would about m







