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Ngl I quite enjoy suicide ideation in literature.
And karma wears the name Crews.
The simple truth is Isaac Raine can’t win if one of us is at the start.
And when the whole world sees what I did?
There will be consequences.
— Feb 03, 2026 10:48PM
And karma wears the name Crews.
The simple truth is Isaac Raine can’t win if one of us is at the start.
And when the whole world sees what I did?
There will be consequences.
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average human
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Wow. This was. Wow. Love u Mc. 4 stars. This was fun and it did everything right. And there was definitely a spark at times. But I think not dragged out a bit to milk the angst. And it just got a bit stale.
— Feb 12, 2026 11:33PM
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Alaina
Finn moves so fast, my brain doesn’t even register what’s happening until my back hits the cold, grimy tiles, and his body cages mine.
His hands are already on me, calloused palms cupping my face, thumbs skimming my jaw, as his eyes pin me in place like I’m the only thing he can see, and he hasn’t spent days pretending I don’t exist.
— Feb 12, 2026 10:35PM
Finn moves so fast, my brain doesn’t even register what’s happening until my back hits the cold, grimy tiles, and his body cages mine.
His hands are already on me, calloused palms cupping my face, thumbs skimming my jaw, as his eyes pin me in place like I’m the only thing he can see, and he hasn’t spent days pretending I don’t exist.
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Right. His sister is fucking suicidal, and I hurt her feelings.
Like the fucking coward I am.
My throat feels too dry, too tight as I register that. Yeah, I absolutely added to the shit sitting on his shoulders, even if he doesn’t know it yet.
I jolt out of my introspection when I realize Alaina is already two seconds in the green by the next split.
— Feb 09, 2026 02:25PM
Like the fucking coward I am.
My throat feels too dry, too tight as I register that. Yeah, I absolutely added to the shit sitting on his shoulders, even if he doesn’t know it yet.
I jolt out of my introspection when I realize Alaina is already two seconds in the green by the next split.
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The steady motion of being carried lulls me. I rest my forehead against his shoulder as my eyes drift shut, and I do nothing but exist in his arms.
Every few seconds, a hiccup jerks through my chest, leftovers from the crying and the reasons for the crying.
Luc’s hand rubs slow, steady circles over my back like he’s trying to soothe a wounded animal. Maybe he is.
— Feb 08, 2026 09:06PM
Every few seconds, a hiccup jerks through my chest, leftovers from the crying and the reasons for the crying.
Luc’s hand rubs slow, steady circles over my back like he’s trying to soothe a wounded animal. Maybe he is.
average human
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I’m honorable like that.
“Okay, let me guess. You always wear your hood up because you hate your haircut.”
He flicks his gaze to me, and I have to suppress a smile. I was joking, but it seems like I hit a mark. Reaching over casually, I tug his hood down, letting my fingers glide through the soft, dark mess of his hair.
— Feb 07, 2026 11:57PM
“Okay, let me guess. You always wear your hood up because you hate your haircut.”
He flicks his gaze to me, and I have to suppress a smile. I was joking, but it seems like I hit a mark. Reaching over casually, I tug his hood down, letting my fingers glide through the soft, dark mess of his hair.
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Then he moves, not away but closer. His fingers lift a strand of my short hair from where it’s stuck on my temple and gently tucks it away. Then his palm brushes over my shoulder, down to the middle of my back in a steady, soothing line, making goose bumps erupt all over my spine.
“You did good,” he says quietly. “We’re okay.”
I swallow hard and nod, even though I’m not sure
— Feb 07, 2026 11:24PM
“You did good,” he says quietly. “We’re okay.”
I swallow hard and nod, even though I’m not sure
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I’m trying to focus, to find that razor’s edge of calm I race best in, but Finn’s laughter is like a damn woodpecker battering my skull.
“Beauty,” Finn says to Dane with a low chuckle. “This feels like old times. Only thing missing is your little sister cussing us out.”
My spine goes as stiff as if someone yanked my brake line tight, and I bite my lip so hard I taste copper.
— Feb 07, 2026 01:11AM
“Beauty,” Finn says to Dane with a low chuckle. “This feels like old times. Only thing missing is your little sister cussing us out.”
My spine goes as stiff as if someone yanked my brake line tight, and I bite my lip so hard I taste copper.
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I don’t respond to his stilted words. Instead, I wait until he finally breaks and opens his mouth again.
“I chase the high, always have. Racing, partying, girls, chaos.” He exhales hard through his nose, his eyes still downcast, fingers still fidgeting. “I’m fast and loud. I’m alive… and then it flips, and I’m doing shit I don’t even register until afterward.
— Feb 07, 2026 12:37AM
“I chase the high, always have. Racing, partying, girls, chaos.” He exhales hard through his nose, his eyes still downcast, fingers still fidgeting. “I’m fast and loud. I’m alive… and then it flips, and I’m doing shit I don’t even register until afterward.
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Finn answers again without looking at me, his tone saying more than his words do. “He means he prefers flying blind and praying for miracles.”
“Pfft. I make miracles look good.” I don’t know what’s up with Greer. I thought we had fun partying last night, but he’s ice cold today. Shaking it off, I hold out a hand toward Dane.
— Feb 07, 2026 12:04AM
“Pfft. I make miracles look good.” I don’t know what’s up with Greer. I thought we had fun partying last night, but he’s ice cold today. Shaking it off, I hold out a hand toward Dane.
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Mini Crews curses again, voice pitched high. Higher than that fake-deep thing he tried in the interview after the race, confirming that he forced it, trying to sound older or tougher.
I roll my eyes, then curse when I see what he’s doing. He’s got the bottom bracket half out, fighting it like it slept with his sister.
— Feb 05, 2026 03:47PM
I roll my eyes, then curse when I see what he’s doing. He’s got the bottom bracket half out, fighting it like it slept with his sister.
One more time, I stare at myself in the mirror, at the girl I used to be.
The one who loved racing for the rush, the freedom, and the feeling of flying before it became a mission, a fucking debt to be paid.
I should have died that day. I almost did.
And maybe I was supposed to. Maybe that was the ending I was meant to have crushed beneath shattered bones and broken breath, forgotten before I ever reached my peak.
But I didn’t die.
I lived.
For this.
And when I have it, when I take everything from Isaac Raine the way he took everything from me, I’ll finally end this, like it was supposed to end seven years ago.
Dane will have to put the blame on me to get out clean. That’s the plan, it has to be, but he doesn’t want to be in the MTB world anymore, anyway. He’s done. He’ll move on. He’ll be fine. Everyone will be fine.
And me?
I won’t be here to care.
My fingers tighten around the braid, and with a sharp breath and steady hands, I raise the scissors.
And cut.