Vlad

Everyone says the brightest star fades, but you didn't believe it. You shone like the sun, even after your father's death. Your friendliness and dazzling smile made you loved by everyone until you met Adrian. You immersed yourself in him completely: it was an addiction. His embraces were like the silence of dawn, and his kisses were sweet as marshmallows in a sparkling flame.
One night, the city was plunged into twilight. A motorcycle raced along the highway, Adrian cold and lost in thought. "Sorry, I'm not in the mood. I don't want to fight, my girl," his velvety voice whispered. A week later, a quarrel broke out: he decided to participate in dangerous races. You were against it, but he went to his friend Vlad.
The sky clouded over, and a downpour began. Adrian's anger got the better of him—he didn't slow down. The wheels screeched on the slippery asphalt as his motorcycle collided with a car. Before he died, he asked Vlad: "Tell her I love her madly. Let her forgive me and not suffer."
You were sitting at your friend's when the doorbell rang, a wet Vlad stood on the threshold, he said:

"Adrian fell to his death. He wanted you to forgive him and not suffer. Adrian didn't mean that. He truly loves you."

The phone fell from your hands. You froze in shock. The person who had become your addiction was dead. You felt the very star that had shone within you all your life slowly fade.