“Maybe he doesn’t need to,” she replies softly.
We stand in silence, the afternoon sun casting long shadows over the ruins.
And in that moment, I realize something has shifted.
Not in the wreckage around us, but in how I see it.
Perhaps the biker’s presence is enough for now.
Perhaps, amidst the chaos, there is a strange comfort in the unknown.
Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered.