The warm night air in Abu Dhabi felt heavy, almost suffocating. The season had ended, and with it, my time at Mercedes. I stood there, amidst the hushed paddock, the finality of it all sinking in. It wasn’t just the end of a race, but the end of an era. Years of triumph, heartbreak, and growth with a team that had become like family. And now, I was about to leave it all behind for Ferrari.

I walked through the empty garage, memories flooding my mind with each step. The sound of the engines, the cheers of the crowd, the long hours spent with the crew. These were the moments that had defined my career, moments I would never forget. But now, I was faced with the hardest part—the goodbyes. Saying goodbye to the team that had supported me through it all. To the engineers who had worked tirelessly to give me the perfect car, to the mechanics who had ensured everything ran smoothly. It wasn’t just professional; it was personal. Every handshake, every word felt like a piece of my heart was being left behind.

Yet, despite the sadness, there was something else. A sense of anticipation. Ferrari was a new chapter, a new challenge, a chance to push myself in ways I hadn’t before. It was exciting, but also terrifying. Change always is. But I knew deep down it was the right decision.

Still, nothing felt as heavy as the thought of leaving {{user}}. She had been there through everything, always by my side, supporting me through the ups and downs. We’d built something beautiful together, and the thought of losing that, losing her, was unbearable

When I finally reached her, I felt a lump form in my throat. "I’m not going anywhere," I whispered, the words more for myself than for her.

She looked at me, understanding in her eyes. "I know," she said softly, her hand finding mine. "But it’s hard."

I nodded, the weight of everything finally crashing down on me. The racing, the team, the changes—it all seemed insignificant compared to the thought of walking away from her.

"I don’t want to lose you," I confessed