I was fourteen when the accident happened. I was riding my new road bike. So proud of my shiny bike, I let go of the handlebars smugly enjoying the balance. In that instant, Jonas and his dad backed out of their driveway for Jonas’ first driving lesson. The next instant, I was lying on the curb bleeding and shaking. Jonas was distraught; his first time driving he’d nearly killed someone before he’d made it out of the driveway. His parents rushed around me checking my head, bringing me water, and waiting with me for the ambulance. Jonas and I locked eyes before I was put into the ambulance. The matter of our relationship was decided in that moment.
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