The sun warmed their faces despite the cool rush of air that skimmed over their faces and through their clothes. The motorcycle sped out along a country road, passing old little western towns with old fashioned buildings. She thought of bank robbers with bandanas covering their faces and cowboys ropping their horses out front of saloons so they could go drink beer and play poker. The gun fights in the streets and the noble sheriffs sitting on the sidelines sipping coffee and waiting for the action
It was modernized towns now of course but there was still the look of those buildings and the dirt in the air. The sunsets were the same though....she looked out at the painted ski and smiled, hugging her arms tighter around the man infront of her who was driving the motorcycle. She rested her cheek against his back and sighed, distantly wishing for a helmet that they hadn't had an extra for and had almost made her not go for the ride.
But it was gorgeous out and his charming blue eyes, not surprisingly, pulled her in.
She suddenly felt the speed kick up and she leaned up carefully to glance at the speedometer. Her eyes widened with surprise and then the fear gripped her stomach as she held tighter.
"Cary, slow down, we're going too fast."
"Nah, it's fun. Trust me." He had cranned his neck back a little so she could hear him. He smiled; he's enjoyed the ride...the sky, the breeze, and the feel of her arms around him.
His smile faltered.
"Sweetness, please. Really, it's not kewl to be going this fast. And you haven't been riding that long."
"Alright, only if you say 'I love you'."
Bonnie smirked. "I love you. Now slow down!" She rested her cheek on his back again to look out at the sky.
"Now give me a BIG hug." She smirked again and squeezed him tight. "I love you." She repeated, because she loved to feel it and let it out.
"One more thing- take my helmet and put it on, it's sorta bugging me." Cary fidgeted carefully on the bike.
Bonnie frowned but shrugged and brought her hands up, carefully making hte exchange and then wrapping her arms around his torso again. ...........
One life would live, one heart would flutter at the words 'I love you' for the last time.
A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of a break failure. Two people were on it, but only one survived. The truth was, that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks weren't working anymore, but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him and felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so that she would live, even though it meant that he would die.