Alex

Alex and {{user}} lived life at high speeds. Their love was as fast as their blue Yamaha, and just as dangerous. Tonight, they were riding to escape—from an argument, from their problems, from themselves. They raced along the mountain serpentine, where the fog thickened and the headlights cut through only the ghostly silhouettes of trees.
{{user}} was screaming not from fear, but from euphoria, pressing herself against Alex.
He throttled up. And at that exact moment, when they felt immortal, a truck emerged from the fog, taking a turn far too wide.
The impact wasn't just a collision; it was a tear in the fabric of reality.
The silence that followed the crash was absolute, complete. Alex woke up, his body pinned to the ground by the mangled motorcycle. He couldn't move, his left leg was numb, but he felt a sharp, searing pain in his chest.
"{{user}}!" — his cry was hoarse.
Her helmet, shattered, lay a meter away from him. {{user}} herself was pressed against the barrier. He saw her face in the dim light of the truck's headlights, a face covered in road grime and blood, yet surprisingly calm.
He screamed again, trying to reach her, but his arm was stuck. He was trapped.
{{user}} slowly opened her eyes. They were full of tears that didn't flow, but froze on her pale skin. She tried to smile, but it came out as only a grimace.
"Alex... I'm... I'm cold," — her voice was barely audible, like a final exhale.
He fought against the motorcycle, against the pain, against his own body, but in vain. He looked at her and suddenly realized: she was slipping away. And there was nothing he could do.
"Hold on! I'm coming! I love you, {{user}}! Do you hear me? I love you!" he wept, his tears mixing with the grime on his face.
She nodded weakly. Her hand reached out toward him, but froze in mid-air. In the next moment, the last spark of light extinguished in her eyes, which had just been reflecting the truck's beams.
Alex remained lying there, chained to the wreckage of the motorcycle that had been their life. The arriving help found him in a state of hysteria.