It wasn't a sudden break, but rather a slow slide. At first, everything was perfect: the long-distance FaceTime, the little messages before the races... But over time, you faded into the background. He wouldn't respond as quickly, would cancel your plans at the last minute, and every time you tried to talk about it, he'd repeat the same thing:

“It's the season, it'll calm down afterwards.”

But it never did. One evening, when you were supposed to be spending time together, he was glued to his simulator for hours. When he finally came out, you were already packing your things.

“Where are you going?” he said, looking at the screen in front of him.

“I'm sick of this, Max. I didn't sign up to be a ghost in your life,” you said, behind him.

He says nothing, just bows his head. He didn't hold you back.

Now, weeks later, just when you thought he'd moved on, a message pops up:

📩 “I understood too late. I'm sorry.”