We’ve been going on for quite some time now. Me and Ryder. I’m so happy around him and he gives me so much joy. I want to stay with him forever, I know it.
It happened on a Thursday, four days till his birthday. I took him out for some lunch in our favorite burger place. We were laughing and talking when my phone rang, my mom was calling.
“What’s up Mom?” I ask, still chewing on parts of my french fries. Ryder sits there quietly sipping his Coke.
“Where are you? You better not be with that Ryder boy again, he’s bad influence on you, I’m telling you.” I stop mid chew. I look up to see Ryder’s face; it looks like he swallowed a sour apple.
“Mom, first off, you can’t say that! Second, you’re on speaker.” There’s silence on the other end, and I can feel that she’s biting her lip.
“So you are, hm? With that Ryder boy? You better be back before three,” she hangs up without any negotiation. I swallow what feels like a big lump in my throat. Ryder looks offended and hurt but he pretends to have not been and brushes it off.
“You wanna go to the dock before I have to drop you off?” I nod and signal for the waiter to give the check.
“I got it,” he says, taking his wallet.
“Ry, you don’t have too, it’s on me. It’s your birthday after all.” Ryder smiles but we still argue once the check is given to us. I end up winning but I know he lost on purpose.
I guess the one big reason my Mom thinks Ryder is bad is because of his love for his motorcycle. His dad gave it to him as a passing gift before he died, so it means the world to Ryder. People joked about how he used to date his motorcycle before me, but that’s beside the point.
Ryder starts speeding down the highway and for a moment I think we’re going to crash. But it feels nice, it feels like we’re driving into the sunset, away from everything – all the problems, the drama.. life.
I tap on Ryder to slow down because I’m genuinely scared. It takes a few moments for him to reply, “Only if you tell me you love me.” I sigh but I say it anyways.
“Now can you go slower?”
“Can you give me a hug?” I reluctantly give him a hug.
“Now?” I ask, slightly getting annoyed.
“Just please take my helmet off, it’s really bugging me.” I take it off and instead put it on myself. He looks back briefly and I see tears in his eyes. I’m about to ask him why but we crash.
The Newspaper Article reads, “Big Motorcycle Crash on Brookville Highway: One dead boy and one survivor”
On June 9th, 2025, two young teenagers were victims of a major motorcycle crash. Detectives have come down to the conclusion that the brake of the motorcycle – driven by teenager, Ryder Mac – was supposedly broken. With only one minute until the crash, into the building, located right near the highway, Ryder didn’t have much time to do anything. Police officers have interviewed the second victim of the scene, Lydia Wick.
According to Wick, she was told –Â by Ryder – to do the following:
- To tell him “I love you”
- To give him a hug
- To take off his helmet
Wick said, “I thought he was just trying to be funny *sniffle* but I-I-I guess it was because *crying* he *crying* wanted to hear me say *crying* *crying* that I loved him *full-on crying*.”
Reporters are saying that this is a very sad, young love story and that whatever happened was unplanned and was surprising.
The mother of Ryder Mac are trying to sue young teenager, Lydia, for taking his helmet off. She believe that because of this, he wasn’t able to survive.
It’s your time to decide, which side are you taking?
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It’s Ryder’s birthday today and it pains me so much that he’s not here. His mom is trying to legally sue me, and honestly, I don’t have the heart to say it wasn’t my fault. Because technically it was. When I went back to school yesterday, everyone looked at me so pitifully – like I was some lost dog in the city, trying to find his owner again. But I don’t need the sympathy, I just want someone to understand how much of an impact he had on my life. It seems that my mom is neither sad or happy of what happened. But I know that she’s glad she wasn’t the person to get me away from him.
I don’t think I will ever be okay again. But I know, for a fact, that this is just the beginning of what’s to come.
