Story and characters are (c) Lars Hellberg
Try and guess which song inspired this one

So I\x92m standing here, straining my eyes to see as far as possible. It\x92ll be dark soon. I can\x92t believe you\x92re really coming back! When I dialled your number, my hands were shaking, and when you answered, I thought I\x92d faint. Your voice was like a soothing rain, washing my fears away, and when you said you wanted to come back to me, I felt such bliss! A missing part of me is about to reclaim its place, and I promise you; I\x92ll never let you go again!

So I\x92m standing here, perking my ears to hear the distant roar of a powerful engine. But there\x92s nothing, except the sounds of the shift change; the daytime creatures are finding their hiding places, while the nightkin comes alive. Our kin. We were always more alive, came darkness. It\x92s hard to stand still; I feel like bouncing up and down, eagerly waiting for you to come. But the road is still empty, as it stretches off into forever, to and beyond the horizon.

So I\x92m standing here, growing cold, growing nervous. Did you change your mind? Don\x92t you want me anymore? Or... did something happen? You know I never quite liked the fact that you ride around without a helmet. But you just laughed at that, it\x92s just the way you are; tough to the core. Pure heavy metal. Except for when you hold me in your arms, and turn into the softest velvet. Cool and sweet, but with lips of pure fire. I long to feel your passion again.

So I\x92m standing here, when suddenly, lit by the setting sun, something appears in the distance. Half a minute later, the thunderous growl of your engine reaches me. My heart flutters, my tail wags as I fly up, leaping to stand at the edge of the cliff. When you come near enough to see, I wave at you, but you don\x92t slow down. Then, just as I think you didn\x92t see me, you brake, coming to a stop in a cloud of dust and the smell of burned rubber, and I can\x92t help but fling myself into your arms.

So I\x92m standing here, locked in a tight embrace by strong arms, gentle lips brushing against mine, your low whispers in my ears, forever melting my worries away. This time, there\x92s no mistaking. This time, we will be together until the end of time. And I sit up behind you, my hands around your waist, my muzzle resting on your shoulder as you kick the bike into gear, and we take off into the night. Only the cicadas watch us as we ride, on wheels of passion.