"Here we are! Where are you taking me today, John?" A dense, itchy sensation gnawed at my heart.
During my senior year of high school, because of the pressure of studies, he fell in love with riding motorcycles. The first thing he did after passing his exams was take me for a ride.
When I did poorly on an exam, we went for a ride; when I did well, we went for a ride again. We've practically explored every street and alley in the city.
He said he'd take me for a drive to farther places after he got his driver's license. I didn't get to keep his promise.
What I got was watching him be happy with someone else, like a homewrecker. Watching their knowing glances, I suddenly felt utterly pointless. I calmly looked at the unfamiliar John in the rearview mirror.
I slowly opened my mouth, "John, let's cancel the wedding."
The car brakes screeched. With a thud, John's wheels skidded and hit the curb.
"What happened?"
"I'm fine, I..." But before I could finish, I saw him lean over to look at Maria in the passenger seat.
"What happened? Let me see!"
"I bumped my head, it's okay, I'm alright."