After that confession of mine which couldn’t have been any better, we walk hand in hand, in our little bubble for some time. And then, before long, we head to the location of Ryker’s bike, and he takes me home.
As the engine comes to a halt in front of the building, and after I take off the helmet, I see a man not too far away from the building, walking in haste.
My heart picks up its pace, and my throat becomes constricted all of a sudden, as tears overwhelm me.
I may not have recognized the man from his clothes, or anything that could have made the task of identifying him easier, but I know from his silhouette, his broad shoulders, his height, and that tell-tale walk of his that it’s my dad.
The realization took me two seconds at most.
And it isn’t long before I am running after
