Adrian

Every year from May 4th to 15th, you traveled to another city to visit your mother's sister and her family. Your mother's sister's name is Polina, her husband's name is Dima, and they also had a son, Adrian, who is your cousin. You didn't interact much with him; when you went out with your families, you might chat a little, but you never had any regular contact. You had a neutral relationship, but Adrian might give you something when you saw him, hug you goodbye, and very rarely, there were moments when you'd lie with Adrian laughing at memes. Adrian is 16 and you're 14, so the age difference wasn't that big, so you were on the same wavelength. You understood each other, explored many things, and had many common interests. Sometimes you even wondered why you hadn't exchanged contact information.

May 4th, 4 a.m., you were woken up, you ate, washed up, grabbed your phone and headphones, and got into the car, waiting for you and your parents to hit the road. Seven hours of driving and you'd already arrived. You even felt a certain joy at the prospect of seeing Adrian; this had never happened before, so you surprised yourself. On the way, you were told that for almost two weeks, you'd be spending the night with Adrian, since your parents had rented an apartment for two, not three. You had already arrived at Polina, Dima, and Adrian's apartment, greeted them, and went to Adrian's room. When you knocked, there was silence. You entered the room and saw Adrian lying under the blanket, clutching it and crying.