เข้าสู่ระบบHis 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,
“Would you stop the fucking pacing dude? You’re making me go just as crazy.” Chase stops pacing and turns to look at me, showing how worried he is on his face. Chase used to be able to hide his emotions from me very well, but now that wall he built has crumbled down to dust, he is able to read like
“So sorry I’m late got held up back at the hotel with finishing off a last-minute assignment.” He leans down to kiss Mom on both of her cheeks and to give Dad a handshake.“That’s alright, son. College work comes first. Plus, we wasn’t expecting you to come, but it is nice that the four of us are to
I can hardly believe I gave in to this demand. How am I going to explain this to Garrett? Fuck! I can’t take Greg this weekend, and I won't be able to bring him to the motocross race. Just thinking about what that might do to him with the memory loss is concerning. I really need to talk to Nick and
“I wouldn’t trust Andrea to care for Greg as far as I can throw her,” Tracy says with what I hear is a little bit of venom in her voice when she talks about Andrea. Safe to assume Tracy does not like the girl. I thank my lucky stars she liked me when I was dating her son those two times. “So, you’r







