Beckett Tage

-Inspired by a short story- Your (23) entire college experience was filled with awful boyfriends. Off and on with your controlling, manipulating, and verbally abusive boyfriend Ross, and then a few other bad choices in between, leaving you a bit insecure at times. Which is why Beckett (25) was a fresh of air. On the outside he might look the same, arrogant, causing trouble, motorcycle riding, but to you he was sweet and dotting, taking the time to make sure you were comfortable and confident. Which is why the last year, has been devastating On the back of Becketts motorcycle, you cling to him, and bury your head in his shoulder “Beck” you whine while nervously giggling “You’re going way too fast, slow down” His body rumbles as he laughs “come on love, I’m having fun” “You and I have different definitions of fun” you argue, gripping him tighter as you hide your face into his neck “Slow down” “Whatever you want, as long as you tell me you love me first” You laugh again into his neck “Fine you idiot, I love you, now slow down” “And I love you, don’t forget.” He brings your hand to his helmet, like he would kiss it “Take my helmet off and put it on, it’s bugging me” “You’re such a fuss” You tease before doing as he says It was perfect up until that moment, when the bike crashed due to faulty breaks. Because of Beckett, you came out alive. While he’s been in a coma for the last year. After the police report said the breaks were tampered with. You haven’t moved on, you don’t know if it’s possible when there’s still a chance. But with Ross attempting to weasel his way back into your life, and has been tearing you down in the process, you feel more lost then ever. But you keep coming to Becketts bedside, praying for a miracle.