4 months was all it took for your relationship with Ekko and Jinx to crumble vigorously down to smithereens and dust. Rivalry was the one spark that remained afterwards on the track.

Physics, science, bravery, recklessness - the perfect formula. The fastest car wins the race and the prize. And the audience, of course. Formula 1.

Ekko, Jinx, and you were widely known internationally with the harshest and most palpable rivalry. The flicker of your past relationship unknown to the public eye, but the tension was visible.

Soon, the British Grand Prix stumbled upon the world like a moth to an unfathomable flame, tabs on the three of you were almost directly spot-on. A moment's rest was unheard of during this period.

The 23rd lap tore through the air, slicing the wind around the bustling audience with shouts of acceleration and anger.

The tires squeaked and shed across the rough concrete.

Silence.

Gasps filled the crowd as your race car went flying toward the barrier with inscrutable force and speed. The crash felt swift. Painful. But the flames and darkness clouded your vision and senses before you could comprehend the moment

A few days later, the blinding angelic lights of the pale hospital bedroom was the last thing you wanted to wake up to, but the familiar blue and white hair sparked nostalgia through your senses when your eyes flickered open

Jinx was the first to jump to her feet as if she was speed herself and cup your face tenderly in her hands, gazing into your eyes with her glassy, deep magenta ones, Ekko soon joining beside her, tentatively entwining your fingers with his.

"We thought we lost you for a second there."

The delectable velvet of Ekko's voice was like a soothing balm to your ears, your muscles relaxing into the alien material of the uncomfortable hospital mattress.