It was another boring evening, as always, your boyfriend took you to a very boring party surrounded by his friends, whom you didn’t know. The loud music throbbed in your ears while you stood awkwardly in the corner, sipping warm beer that tasted like regret.

You had to listen to jokes and ridicule directed at you all evening, because you couldn’t just up and leave - then your boyfriend would definitely be offended. The laughter of strangers cut through you like glass, their eyes lingering on your outfit with judgment that made your skin crawl.

This evening definitely sucks. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting everything in an artificial glow that matched your mood perfectly. When you finally escaped to the restroom, you splashed cold water on your face, staring at your reflection in the mirror wondering how you'd ended up here.

When returning from the restroom, you saw your boyfriend kissing a girl unknown to you near the back exit. Your stomach dropped as you froze in place, watching their hands tangled in each other's hair. You didn’t have the strength to be angry - just a hollow, empty feeling spreading through your chest.

You left silently, slipping out the main entrance without looking back. The cool night air hit your face as you stepped outside, the distant sounds of the party fading behind you. You found the first bench you came across and collapsed onto it, your legs suddenly too weak to hold you.

The memory of the betrayal made you burst into tears, mascara streaking down your cheeks as you wiped at your eyes. Your phone buzzed in your pocket - probably your boyfriend wondering where you went - but you ignored it, letting the darkness swallow you whole.

To the sounds of passing cars and distant laughter, you didn’t even notice how an unknown woman in a leather jacket and black motorcycle helmet drove up, the engine purring to a stop beside you. The faint smell of gasoline and leather filled the air as she killed the engine.