Enjoying the wind on his face, London felt Rebecca tightened her grip around his waist. He glanced back ever so subtly and felt a small smile crept on his face. He had not felt this way in a long time.

Especially with Rebecca.

It was wrong of him to have chosen Regina instead, he knew that now. Everybody thought – everybody knew – that he was supposed to be with Becca. The chemistry and compatibility were uncanny. It was almost as if they were two bodies of the same soul. But now that Becca knew everything and the whole truth, London felt very light. Lighter than ever. The guilt that had been burdening him for a very long time was finally lifted.

Becca now knew that he loved her and only her.

It was stupid and selfish of him to let her ride with him that night. Almost cruel. He knew his headlights were faltering but he didn't know that tonight would be the night his lights would completely die. Just minutes before Becca tightened her grip around his waist, London heard a driver cursed and scolded him.

"Turn on your headlights, stupid kid! You want to die on the road or something?" he said. And he sped off.

Maybe that was why Becca tightened her grip. Maybe she heard the man. What was I saying? London thought. Of course she must have heard that. She was not deaf.

The only things that worried London were drunk drivers or if they were to get into an accident, nobody would be able to see them. One would think that the world is not so evil as to put someone into another accident after getting into one. But one could never be too careful. The world is not biased nor is it fair. Everything is based on chance, luck and the butterfly effect.

They were in the highway and London knew what he had to do. He had to get off the highway as soon as possible to get Becca into safety.

Becca wondered why London was going faster. Did he forget that his headlights were fluked? Any more reckless and this could be their last ride ever.

Becca grimaced at that thought.

Highway stars, they would be.

Becca tightened her grip around London's waist because sure, she liked going fast for the thrill. But there's a point when you're going too fast and the thrill turns to pure fear.

It was a good thing they had that talk earlier today at their favourite place, no less. Becca smiled when she remembered what London had said. You had been the only for me, he said. I was always supposed to end up with you. He made a mistake. He knew it and he was sorry.

Becca smiled even wider when she recalled what she replied. I knew that you always belonged with me, she said. She couldn't help but leaned in on to London's body and hug him for one final time if chances were that this was their last time together.

It feels right if we die together, Becca thought. But I know he will do his best to protect me first.

Becca's heart started pumping really hard when she realised that London had briefly placed his hand on hers and squeezed it.

It was weird that two people that love each other so much, and knew that their love was reciprocated, could coexist perfectly like an old couple without so much of a First Kiss. This could have been the perfect time for it but it would probably just end badly.

As if reading her mind, London turned slightly and briefly and said, "Becca, you know that I love you right?"

"What are you talking about? Of course, I do. And I do too."

"No, I mean I really love you. Like I-want-to-kiss-you-and-grow-old-with-you love you."

Becca smiled and hugged him again.

"I know, London, I know. And I love you too, best friend."

London took her hand from the grip and kissed it, as if he had been doing that all this while.

Bright lights. Honks. Drifts and screeches. Those were the last things London and Becca could remember before feeling the pain.

London's visor had been smashed but his face was fine except for minor cuts. It had been the rest of his body that was in bad shape. His legs were broken in so many places under his bike. How the car had relentlessly ran over his bike with him underneath. Bones crushed and organs ruptured. He could not feel anything anymore. It was a miracle that he did not die straight away but obviously not miraculous enough to let him stay alive for another 40 years.

A memory – no, it was something of the future – flashed right before his eyes. Becca and himself, dancing. Their faces aged and wrinkled. Their children and grandchildren were all around them. It must have been their anniversary. Everything that could have happened was being shown to him right then. He needed to be with Becca. He needed to apologize.

He tried to get out from under the bike but his efforts were obviously in vain. He flipped open the remains of his visor and looked around for Becca. He did not have to look for long. She was right within arm lengths. He tried to call out her name.

Becca was stirred awake by a whimper that sounded close to her name. She could not feel her body. Everything feels so painful that it just felt numb. The only thing aching was her heart, looking at London. Was he really still alive too?

How she had flung to the top of a car and rolled down. It wasn't so bad except for the fact that she had shattered windshield glass all over her body. The biggest one was coming out of her abdomen. She was surprised she did not just die. It was as if she had one last unfinished business left. But what?

She tried her best to move towards him since she knew he could not. The bike must weigh like the world right now. She could feel the glass bits scratching away and biting into her skin but she couldn't care less. There was only one thing to do right now and it was to be with London.

Of course, they had unfinished business.

Becca flipped open her visor and looked into London's eyes. He was tearing and she knew so was she. He removed both their helmets. London stroked her cheeks and wiped away her tears. He pushed the hair out of her face and kissed her forehead.

"Sorry," he whispered ruefully. "I am truly sorry, Becca. You deserved to live till you have grandkids. No, great-grandkids! I love you, Becca. I love you, my best friend, my love,"

Becca wanted to reply that she loved him too but she could not. As soon as she tried, she ended up coughing out blood. And it scared her. It scared her so much that she cried even harder.

London put his arms around her and they ended up in a cuddling-embrace position. Shh, he said. Quiet, love. Everything suddenly felt perfect. London's rhythmic stroking of her hair had made all the pain wither away.

London knew he could not, would not and should not delay it any longer. He cut to the chase and gave Becca the First Kiss that he had owed her since they were 15. And now 7 years later, it was finally due. Shame it would be their last kiss too.

All London and Becca could feel were pure joy, bliss and love. And that was pretty much the last emotion they felt. Pain just did not exist anymore.

The next day, their deaths became news headlines all over the world. Not because they were famous or that their accident was the worst ever seen. But it was of the fact that they died in each other's arms. Witnesses swore that they were even seen kissing before exhaling their final breaths together.

But it wasn't these people who couldn't sleep at night from this fact. It was Regina. She was so guilty, for stealing London from Becca 6 years ago and stopped them from getting together just because she was jealous, that she too killed herself. Leaving only a letter behind saying this: "I'm sorry, Becca. I was jealous. He always belonged with you. Always had and always will. Proof." and attached was an article of their accident headlined TILL DEATH DO US PART? EVEN THE HEAVENS COULDN'T KEEP THEM APART.