Moving Forward

By Ambivaalense

Chapter 1

Alexandyre was finally on the road. The road to anywhere and everywhere and with no intention of going back to the place called home. He had worked for a full year, living at home to save up as much money as he could and eventually bought the motorcycle he was now riding. The bike was a commando-green Russian motorcycle from the end of the Cold War and attached to its side was a matching sidecar, which was the reason he bought it; because everything is an adventure when you’re on a motorcycle with a sidecar. And now, at 19 years of age, he sped down the open road to his future and despite the fact that it was midnight, pitch black outside and pooring down buckets of rain, it seemed very bright. So on he road, unto and through a mountain roads, going with the many twists and turns, when, through this awefull weather he saw the red break lights of a vehicle come into view. Drawing closer he could almost make out what seemed to be a truck of some type, yet before there was any chance to confirm it, he was interrupted by a rather loud screech as the possible-truck sped off like a bat out of hell. Thinking the driver might of hit a dear or something of the sort, Alex slowly deaccelerated and strained his eyes, however as he drew closer and closer, he found himself more and more surprised. Pulling off to the side of the road and coming to a halt, Alex got off his bike.

Before him laid a women, drenched from the rain, almost artistically strewn on the ground. Unlike him, she was not wearing any heavy clothing fit for this weather, no, she was wearing a long white skirt with a matching white T-shirt. Her clothes clung to her slim figure. Two scraped and bleeding knees allowed him to guess that she had been thrown out of the vehicle. She still had yet to notice Alex, sobbing into her hands. Standing before her, Alex waited in silence, waiting for her to notice him, as it was not his wish to surprise her, not knowing what traumatic ordeal she had just been thrown out of.