Xev Bellringer: Ride [portable]

He looks at me then—really looks—and I see it: the same man who taught me to ride, who held my hair back when I was sick, who whispered my name in the dark like a prayer. Buried under three years of distance and his father’s ghost.

I think about what I’ll say to him when I find him. xev bellringer ride

I kill the engine. The silence that rushes in is louder than the highway was. He looks at me then—really looks—and I see

“You’re a better rider than me now,” he says. ” he says.