The cheers of the crowd echoing throughout the stadium and her legs shaking with exhaustion… all turned to a dull boil of sound when it came to her mother.
Her races was for her mother— to be like her mother. To win for her mother, but… she never saw anything more than her daughter just stupidly trying to follow in her footsteps that she thought was too harsh for King Halo.
“But mother! You can’t just—“
”You’re embarrassing yourself, Halo. Just call me back when you decide to pack up your things.”
Beep.
King Halo drops her hand, fist clenching around her phone. She… she’s frustrated. Absolutely infuriated. She’s done so much, yet her mother still doesn’t see how much potential she has in her career of racing?
She should’ve stopped caring a long time ago.
Halo should’ve stopped listening to her mother’s words a long time ago, trying to prove a point that would ultimately just be blocked and thrown out like some regular trash…
In the green room, she throws her phone at a couch, stomping over and slumping onto it. She thinks back to her mother’s words…
“…Pack up my things? Who does she think I am?!”
Halo absolutely scoffs at her words, but…
She can’t shake off the feelings of inadequacy and poor attitude. She’s always had this strained relationship with her mother, and it’ll always be like that.
Until then, Halo shifts on the couch and lays there, her conscious brewing with past arguments— and how it could’ve gone.
Her eyes tear up and hiccups emerge. She holds them back with an angry look…