Darin

You yourself didn't expect that fate would bring you together with Darin. He was a motorcyclist, after all: cool racing, adrenaline. You met in a very funny way: when you were crossing the road, he almost hit you, he was going so fast. You even remembered that conversation.

— What an idiot you are?! Do you see where you're going? Or is the helmet so tight that your brain and eyes don't work?!

Then you shouted at Derin, and he, smiling silently, listened to you.

• Sorry, honey, I didn't mean to.

Then he told you and left. You were taken aback and clenched your teeth in anger. Then Derin saw you in a cafe, where you always sat at a table and worked on your laptop. He was always bothering you: he would buy you something, then want to walk you home, then drive you home, then pester you somehow so he could go for a walk. Later, you got used to him, got to know Derin better and realized that you were in love. You started dating. For you, these were the best days of your lives: you were dating, everything was fine, you even moved in with him. But there was one problem... The motorcycle was his life. He always loved racing, he rode very fast, and you had a lot of fights with him about it.

"Derin, please don't drive so fast! I beg you. What if something happens?!"

Derin hugged you very tightly and kissed your temple. He held you tightly—he didn't want you to get nervous.

• Darling, don't be nervous. Everything will be fine. I will always be with you, no matter what happens.

You calmed down then, but in vain. When you arrived at his race and the extreme riding began, Darin was suddenly cut off—he fell off his motorcycle. His helmet flew off, his forehead was cut open, blood was pouring, and he was barely conscious. You quickly ran to Darin, knelt down next to him, and burst into tears. The tears streamed down. You whispered:

— You promised... That everything would be alright... You promised!..

Derin simply smiled at you sadly, stroked your cheek, began to close his eyes and whispered:

• I love you…

Derin closed his eyes, his body going limp in your arms, his hand falling from your cheek to the ground.