They had wings. They had wings, and they were flying. He felt freedom like never before as current after current of fresh air swiped across his face. He spread out his arms to feel the liberation. He closed his eyes to feel the gusts of wind, as they made paths to pass through his curly strands. It was a long road, and an even longer night. It was his new bike, and it was his best friend at the helm of it.  
It was quiet all around, before they passed and after it. But it was as if they radiated their energy to the place, for a split second as they passed through it, and for that moment, everything sprung to life, before fading again into lifelessness.
He was enjoying every moment as he lived it, never knowing that his last wasn't far away. He never realized when it happened. He was whizzing past on his bike one instant, and he was lying on the road, in the next. He didn't feel any pain, though the stickiness of the blood on his face told him that all was not well. He saw his friend lying a foot away from him, unmoved, lifeless as everything else around. 
And then he remembered her. He had always thought he would tell her one day, and now that day would never come. He wanted to shout out, he wanted to let her know. But even his bleeding brain told him that his screams would be lost, that she would never know. Blood was constantly dripping from his forehead now, he knew he had very little time. He had let go of too many chances, he didn't want to let go of his last one. He looked at the pool of blood around him and searched for a means to say what he had always wanted to. And then he found it. Two minutes later, he looked at the shining surface of the road and he knew that he could let go now, that now, she would know. He smiled at what he had done, and then he closed his eyes, forever. 
There, etched on that deathly road was the love that had flowed through his veins since he had seen her, written in the blood that had flowed through his veins...

Love Pari.