You were Charles' bestfriend since childhood. The only one who supported him and was there for him. You were his world.

Today, before the Grand Prix, you tried to comfort him because he was stressed out. But he yelled at you. His words echoed through your mind as you sat there on the bleachers. "You're not helping, {{user}}. You're completely useless! I don't need you don't you get it?! Get lost!"