Etoile really couldn't think clearly at this point. She didn't much attention to how fast this bike was going. All she knew was, it felt like time flew by.
I'm sorry, Papa..Mom..Etienne. I'm not strong enough. She repeated the same words over again in her head. At times like these she really wished, she could hear her fathers lame jokes and her mothers encouraging words.
Etoile rests against the Rider, before completely passing out from being over tired and in pain.
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