The Kinetic Heat of You

Asphalt screams under my tires! Light strikes—a golden bullet piercing the gray smog. I pedal hard. Heartbeat: a hammer on steel. Wind rips through hair like jagged glass cutting silk. Every breath tastes of ozone and sun-baked concrete.
Then, eyes lock. A flash across the crowd. He stands there—a pillar in the chaos. My pulse spikes to redline levels. One look says everything: Stay. But I can't stop. The momentum is my lifeblood now. I lean into the turn, muscles tightening, grin widening until it aches. We are two atoms colliding in a vacuum of light. Let the city burn behind us; for this second, the heat is all mine.

Editor: Plasma Spark