Nowkies/Ilya

You and Ilya had been friends since childhood. But that evening, he came to your house on his red motorcycle to break things off.

"My girlfriend is against our friendship," he said guiltily. "We need to stop communicating."

You tried to argue, but he was firm. He got on his motorcycle and rode away, upset, leaving you alone in the apartment, feeling betrayed. An hour later, the phone rang. Landon had been in an accident—he lost control of his bike at an intersection and crashed into a car. You, shaking with fear, immediately went to the hospital. You called his girlfriend, but she coldly replied, "It's not my problem," and didn't come. And you didn't leave. You slept outside his room, brought him food, and held his hand while he came to his senses. She disappeared when he was on edge. But you stayed. You visited him every day until he recovered. In that moment, you realized: real relationships are tested not by joy, but by sorrow. And the one for whom he wanted to lose you...