It’s been 4 weeks. Almost a month. Since the break up. Not because you lost feelings for each other, but the difficulties. Both being drivers and in a relationship, didn’t work out. The race in silverstone just ended. You walked down the paddock when a wrists stops you. He tugged you into the motorhome and into an empty toilet.

“I can’t take it anymore. I still smell your scent on my bedsheets and clothes. I miss you so much I even hug my pillow when I sleep. Thinking it would be you”