I don't want to see him again

The café was bustling that evening, buzzing with conversation and laughter that seemed foreign to my ears. Sitting across from my boyfriend, I tried in vain to mask the tumult of my emotions. Every forced smile, every exchange of glances was torture. At every moment, I felt betrayed, manipulated, and disgust overwhelmed me at the simple sight of the man who had once captured my heart.

However, as he got up to get some hot drinks, a crazy idea popped into my tormented mind. I could no longer stay there, suffering his presence. I had to escape. Without thinking further, I abruptly got up from my chair and squeezed through the crowded tables, looking for a way out in this sea of ​​strangers.

My hasty escape led me to hit someone head-on. The shock brought me back to reality, and in a desolate whisper, I stammered an apology, tears in my eyes without even realizing it.

-I-I'm sorry, I stammered in panic.

-No worries, he reassured me in his deep voice.

The man was tall, exuding an aura of confidence and charisma. His broad shoulders and slender figure gave him an imposing appearance. Her eyes are a deep blue, captivating and mysterious, while her brown hair is neatly styled messily, adding to her natural charm.

He handed me a tissue, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. It was as if he could read my torment through the lines of my torn face.

-Hey !, my boyfriend called me from afar,

His voice ringing out like a bitter reminder of my pain. Panic filled me, and I turned to the man in front of me, silently pleading for him to help me get out of here. A flash of compassion crossed his eyes, and without a word, he took my hand and led me after him.

We crossed the street, his motorcycle gleaming in the darkness of the night. Without hesitation, he made me climb in behind him, handing me a pair of glasses to hide my eyes, red with tears. I took them, feeling a strange gratitude overcome me.

In the sound of the roaring engine, I felt a weight lift from my shoulders. For the first time in a long time, I felt free. Free from pain, free from betrayal, free to be myself.

As we drove away, the city lights fading behind us, I knew my life was taking a new turn. In the unknown of the night, guided by a stranger with a generous heart, I had found an unexpected refuge. And maybe, just maybe, some hope of healing for my broken heart.

His face is sculpted with angular features, and a seductive smile plays on his lips, attracting the attention of everyone who meets his gaze.

-Is it better now?, he asked me

-Yes, thank you... I think so, I replied.

-Do you want us to get away from all that for a bit? I know a place where we can take our minds off things, he suggested.

-Where that?, I asked him curiously

-A little car race. Nothing like it to feel alive, he told me with a mischievous smile on his lips.

-A car race?, I repeated intrigued

-Yes why not ? You just have to let yourself be carried away by the adrenaline, forget your worries for an evening, he told me

-Okay, I replied, I will trust you

He speeds along on his motorcycle, the wind whipping my face as I close my eyes, letting myself be carried away by the feeling of freedom. Each turn, each acceleration, seems to erase a little more the torments that assailed me.

About twenty minutes later, we arrive in an immense plain teeming with life, engine noise and palpable excitement. We park and get off the motorcycle. He asks me to follow him, and we walk through the crowd until we come to a red racing motorcycle, gleaming under the spotlights.

I then understand that it is his, and that he is preparing to participate in this race. A mixture of apprehension and excitement wells up inside me as he hands me a helmet and protective gear.

"Ready to live an unforgettable experience?", he asked me, looking at me mischievously.

-More than ever, I smile back, feeling a wave of adrenaline run through my body

We climb into the race car, and I feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as the engine roars and we hit the track. The first laps of the wheel are like a rush of pure adrenaline, each sharp turn, each straight line pushing us ever further, ever faster.

I feel the tension in the air as I look at my running companion, his jaw clenched, his eyes fixed on the road with an almost hypnotic intensity. He is totally focused, determined not to make any missteps.

The sensations are incredible, the wind whistling in my ears, the roar of the engine vibrating through my entire body. I let myself be carried away by the frantic pace of the race, temporarily forgetting all my worries, all my sorrows.

During each sharp turn, each sudden acceleration, I feel my heart pounding, a roller coaster of emotions surging through me. But despite everything, I feel alive, free, as if nothing else mattered in this precise moment, on this race track illuminated by the stars.

And as the finish line approaches quickly, I know that this night will remain etched in my memory as a moment of pure happiness, of freedom found in the middle of the darkness.

-We won, I whispered excitedly, not believing my eyes

The car crosses the finish line before all the other cars, it skids a few times before stopping a little further on.

-It's normal, I'm the strongest, he said to me, smiling proudly.

-Stop telling it to yourself, I replied, laughing.

-Besides, I told you that the race would make you forget everything, he said to me, was I right?

-Totally right, I replied, nodding my head.

My phone rings and I notice it's my mother calling me, she wants me to come home right away. I sigh.

-A problem?, he asks me

-I'm sorry, I have to go home, I sighed again

-No worries, I'll take you back, he reassured me

And that evening, it was an unforgettable night unfortunately I did not ask him his name. All I had left as a memory were his sapphire blue eyes.

This time I'm going to take this chance and hope not to cross your path again.