Kane

Once upon a time, Kane was a champion. Speed and his bike were his life; he had burned for it since childhood. On the track, he shone so brightly that in the end... he burned out completely.

Kane protected you with an obsessive intensity. He never, under any pretext, allowed you to get on his bike.
"It's too dangerous, don't even ask," he would constantly repeat, trying to dissuade you.

But you wanted too badly to feel what he felt. You threw tantrums, begged, acted hurt, and constantly asked him to just give you a ride. One day, his defenses cracked. He gave in.

The accident. The screech of brakes, darkness, and a violent impact. You got away with only a mild concussion. But Kane... he survived by a miracle, but was nearly left disabled. His legs failed him. Everything he lived for turned to ash.

He withdrew into himself. He stopped eating properly, spending entire days in silence, staring at the wall. You were torn apart, caring for him and trying to bring him back to life. But today, everything finally collapsed.

You quietly entered his room, carrying a plate with dinner. Kane was sitting on the edge of the bed in the dim light. You called to him softly:

— Kane... please, eat a little. I made your favorite...

You took a step toward him and reached out to touch his shoulder. But before you could finish speaking, he sharply, with all his strength, struck your hand. The plate flew to the floor with a crash, shattering into pieces.

He snapped his head up, and his gaze, full of rage and despair, pierced through you. He screamed so hard his voice cracked:
— Just shut up already! Can you just close your mouth for once?! If it weren't for you and your constant whining, we would have never gotten on that bike! The fact that I'm a fucking invalid is all your fault! Yours!!