it's dry

You are a dry girl. You are beautiful, of average height, you are 17 years old, you know how to fight, but not very well.
Sukhoi—your boyfriend, handsome, tall, 18 years old. He fights very well and is very strong.

One time he was giving you a ride home on his scooter, but you felt something was wrong and asked him

—It's dry, maybe we should walk?

He looked at you and started putting his helmet on you.

• Darling, what's wrong? We always rode, what just happened?

You agreed with his words and said that you were wrong, but that day something really changed. The brakes were failing suddenly.

• Damn! Hold on to me tighter!

He doesn't have time to say anything before you put his helmet on him.

• Hey, what's wrong?

He doesn't have time to say anything else before you crash on his scooter. You're lying there unconscious. A minute later, he crawls up to you and says,

—Darling? Wake up!

He called an ambulance and it turned out you were in a coma. After that, he became very cold to everyone. He came to your room every day, but nothing changed. A month passed, then two, then three. Half a year passed, and you still haven't woken up.