RONA LOVE
EPISODE 3
Life in a small world on a night of muttering, of dreams and of silence. Sepi ... silenced by the white mist. But gradually – began to sound. The faster ... the faster .. the faster ... the faster ... Two bikes roared ferociously in a broken corner. He's following those Schizophrenics. It's late ... It's drifting ....
The second round, Edward and Dayona docked each other to the body of the motorbike. Roads like a shadow – shadows again. Not clearly, there Edward felt his passion back as a hero.
Losing means dying ....
Dayona remained 25cm behind her. Jerking – stomp his gear without touching the clutch.
“Live one more round ... let you *****, Dayona!!!”
It flashed in Edward's mind the word – Dayona said before the last Darkrace.
“Come alone, Ed?”
“What do you mean?!!!” search Edward.
“No bustle???” said cynical.
“Thanks, but it's not your business man!”
“Ok .. ok sure you don't dare ... hahahaha, you're still like Ed.. take it easy brad, we can be whatever we want, we need spirit man, to breathe, to live .. hahahahaha ... Fight for what we want!”
“To be honest yes but I said no” asserted Edward.
“Well, just date, out of things. Don't be pessimistic about your past ..”
“She loved my best friend ..”
Edward quiet. Inwardly he said, “If you had known, Dayona, what she had done behind her, made the girl she loved turn away from her, the girl I loved was Kavana ... the girl behind you ...."
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The punched tubers had torn apart Dayona's temple, leaving her nose and mouth to drain fresh blood, but there was not the slightest desire to stop the action.
"Stop, Ed, stop!!!" Kavana cries hysterically, seeing Dayona helpless.
Kavana's voice made Edward freeze, the pain paralyzed him, not because of his sore hand, but his heart. The girl he loved so much was now crying for another guy, who was none other than Dayona.
Edward fell down on both knees. It's a defeat for him. The tip of her eyes saw Kavana hugging Dayona. The heat is still burning. In the name of self-respect, and in the name of love ...
And that day was the end of the friendship that Edward understood as friendship.
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Broken bends stay a few steps and after that they will race to grab a handkerchief at the finish line. Right around the corner, foot street Edward scratched on the lip of the road. The squeaking, distinctive squeaking, shrill voice screeched mouth-to-mouth 200 meters in front of them.
Edward immediately jerked his motor gear. That's when the mistake happened. The gear does not want to go up, stay in the original position so that the motor roars on the streets with noise and a hot engine burning. At the same time, Dayona's road was blocked.
Two collisions were inevitable, both dragged 200 meters across the finish line. Edward lay covered in blood. Dayona is on fire with her bike. In the midst of their deadly dreams, their voices ring in childhood,
“Ed.. promise ntar if it is big we must be a champion of truth defense! Rich Power Ranger, yes!, we're good at it."
Edward was weak, his breathing was stingy, his heartbeat was irregular. The moment was still whack in the silence room, infusing deep regret. The night was getting late, while Edward was still watching, chasing another shadow. Delusional shadows.
