me and Max had grown up together, not a single day went by without us two talking. we’d gone through every awkward phase of our life together.

our friendship was unbeatable and nothing could ever get in our way.. or so we thought

all the pressure when we got to F1 really pushed our friendship to a limit and we argued often, sometimes it would even take days before we spoke again

“i hate you” max’s voice yelled out in anger. i crashed into him and stole his pole position, i felt monstrous..