ARIEL POV

Everything before my eyes felt like flashes of scenes. The last time I got hit on the night of my escapade,rushed into my imaginary lane, as I felt glued to the position I was, just near the roadside.

I closed my eyes, nervousness hitting every nerve of my body, the rain doing no justice in keeping me less wet. I felt a grip on my arm, as my body collided with something hard.

It felt so fast, as I felt a covering on my head, my head resting on something, perhaps a body. Was it Ryan? The horns from cars subsided. I embraced the body tightly, but stopped...