“I’m retiring” she said, smiling. Her feet dangled beneath her, one in bandages. You knew, you just didn’t realize how bad it got, and how fast it took.

Part of you wanted to retreat back into the past, where making her meals and spending questionable time with her was the norm. Now, you were stuck in the present, faced with your feared future.

“You know about the injury, it was only a matter of time, {{user}}.” She continued, that same smile gracing her lips so prettily. One you never wanted to hate seeing, but in the moment you did.

It was never just a race to you. Never a goal to accomplish or a race to win. It was more than what a trainer and trainee expected from each other.

Every careful step was all a quiet admission of this deep and strange feeling you claimed as love. And with love came the most desperate wish for her to get better, yet you knew even the Three Goddesses couldn’t undo fate.

Little did Tachyon know, you knelt for her every night for her to get better. So doing something as reckless as this was not only damaging for her PR and the races you had scheduled, but for the both of you. The feelings you and her held deeply for each other, yet never spoke a word about.

You never wanted to lose her, even if you knew she’d come and go faster than the speed of light.