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I watched Joaquin slow down just ahead of me, and pain was the only thing I could feel in that moment. Even with his helmet on, I could still tell that it was him. There was just something about the way he sat on the bike, and the way his shoulders moved very slowly which told me that it was certainly him.
“You know him?” Morgana asked, looking at me confusedly. “Are you sure about that?”
“He is my best friend’s boyfriend,” I muttered, my eyes still glued to his back. He had stopped at a red light up ahead, and we were slowly catching up to him. My heart was beating loudly in my chest, and I was absolutely terrified by the thought of stopping next to him. What would happen once I caught up to him? Would he look at me and see nothing but a stranger? Or would he recognise something a
