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wed him out of the house. "You have to stop this, it's not h

throttle forward, intending to take off along the road. He knew she was worried, and he hated it. But still, he had to go back. H

mming his hands onto the brakes and releasing the throttle. His mother had jumped in fron

f the way." He sighed, plead

ly, clenching her jaw tightly in her d

bikes weight back on its stand and dismounting,

to explain, pulling her away from the bike to give

. Stop pushing his buttons, by disappearing for weeks at a time to look for a ghost." She paused to pull back and look at him. "My boy, she is gone, and I am sorry for you, truly. I

piss off! I won't marry anyone but my mate, I can't. It was over the moment I caught her scent." He explained to her, bef

e made his eyes sting, he didn't bother with a helmet now, and his Mum had long given up trying to make him

of bikes came from his father, who much to his Mother's horror, gave him his first bike at seventeen. His father knew what his elder brother, and Calum

the way he had always dreamt of. Calum dropped out of school the following month, and spent five years on the road. He toured the UK, and most of Europe in th

the Macgregor clan. To be fair, he did get along with Amy well enough he supposed, the time they spent together was never negative in any sort of way, but ne

rong somehow. When he found her though, he instantly knew what was wrong. Amy was lying in bed, she looked almost like she was sleeping, with her auburn curls, splayed out around her freckled face. But, the three empty bottles

h for her. She had never wanted it, and decided to take the only way out of the trap she felt she was in, that

Ireland, where they would bike around the coast, spending each night in a different place. So, he gratefully moored up his fi

small village where he would board the ferry to Ireland, a

g, and for going to buy her flowers at the local town shop, only to discover there weren't any there at that time of year. Why he hadn't just ran straight to her, and grabbed on

about, as her friend jumped in after her. But when he got down there himself, there was no trace of either of them. Not in the water or anywhere around. He d

e coast guard with his phone - which he stupidly left on his bike - was the

d who knocked him out, so he could be dragged away. When he woke up in their hotel he beat Alasdair Dougal to a pulp before making his way back to the Giant's Causeway, but by th

veloped a new normal. He started renting a small flat in Northern Ireland, and then he bought another boat, a Mitchel Sea Angler, equipped for diving. Nex

a time, sometimes months apart. He wasn't there when his father died suddenly, but he did managed to return for the funeral. But, the da

idn't want to give any credit to their opinions. So, he cruised around the Irish coast, praying for a glimpse of the woman he was determined to claim

ad to, there was simply

h, he even met an interesting wolf briefly.