The Motorcycle Man

To die by another man's blade, it must be an honor and also the most epic tragedy.

“It’s cold outside honey, come”

“I want to feel it”

“There’s nothing I can’t offer you, I’ll be as cold as a man can be”

She entered the house. They held each other's arms.

“Listen. With what happened to my brother, I have to see my parents. They miss me, my presence. I need to be there for them”

“Forget it”

“Why is that?”

“How did your brother die?”

“He was stabbed, I told you”

Henry was stabbed at a bar, the men sitting next to him asked what he was drinking and then proceeded to laugh at him, when he told it was his wife’s juice. “What, are you kidding?”, said the man in a leather jacket. “F**k you”, said the brother.

 When it all happened it took him minutes to die, nobody touched him, he fell on the floor and bled to death.

“Did he bleed to death?”

“Yes!”

“Well, he was fighting, child”

“I don’t get it, why is it that you guys romaticize a thing like that?”

“You see, we’re things of nature, so death is just an occurance, a fact in a man’s life, so there’s nothing to worry about, f**k your parents, let them cry their tears out. Your brother died with honor”

“How does that change anything, he’s gone. I’ll never see him again”

“We’re not measured by the things we’re capable of, kid. But by how we spend our time. If a man is to delve into work like a maniac, he’ll die a worker, it’s what we do, see? Your brother was a pilot, a being of the streets, of the road, and he will forever belong to this world now. It was his dream.”

“I never saw it like that, don’t you think it’s horrible, the way he died?”

“Not for a single moment, the manner in which we pass, is just the tragedy in itself, it’s the whole story”

“It’s a sad story for me”

It was dinner time, and she was hungry. Death took a turn on her stomach.

“He was locked up, see? They caught him driving by the funeral. I wasn’t there, wanted to see his face, monster!”

“A man is a monster because he kills?”

“He killed my brother! He’s my monster!”

“Might be honey, but all men must kill”

“What are you even saying? My god, can I listen to you?”

“The world is never as you expect. It rebels, changes and overcomes. We all kill loneliness, sadness and apathy. Your brother? He was killing too. He murdered that man when he attacked him with his acid words”

“They provoked him”

“So? Do you offend when you’re provoked?”

“I want to go, I’m tired of this conversation”

“Listen. Men don’t have enemies, we’re gods children, if for a mistake we cross each others path, it’s because destiny worked for it”

“So it’s ok to stab someone helpless?”

“Never ok, honey, never ok”

“So what then? It seems to me that you’re justifying that man’s actions”

“No, just telling you that what’s over is to be forgotten. Let’s eat”

Angry, the girl played with her fork, but didn’t eat a single bite. The brother was on her mind. Dying in 

such a tragic way appeared to be classic and avoidable. But destiny for a man is different for any other girl her age, they pilot their motorcycles and meet the strangest faces along the way, with a dangerous tone to them, no one knows what the end could be, might as well be a truck on the wrong side of the lane. She drank the juice sitting in the glass, and said.

“You’re wrong you know. Death isn’t the ultimate pleasure, but agonizing for anyone who’s young and vital”

“Do you really want to think of it this way?”

”It’s the only way I can think of that is true”

“One can only be satisfied completely when dead”

“Just for the man who can’t have it all in life, honey”