Jean always felt a strange kind of calm behind the wheel. Driving at breakneck speeds, raising adrenaline, knowing every corner of the track, it all made sense to him in a way nothing else did, he conquered it. But outside the car, things were different. He sucked. He sucked because he was letting his favorite girl go. Keeping her within an arm's length.

{{user}} stayed in the paddock again, her eyes scrutinizing the race, taking notes for the sake of her journalism. They grew up together, inseparable since they were kids. Jean often wondered if she knew how he felt, how every interview and every question, even their normal conversation felt like a subtle reminder of the distance between them; shifting the focus to the race, to his career, to anything else except their own relationship.

It was easier to focus on the track ahead, he supposed. The hum of the engine beneath him preventing him to think elsewhere, "Damn it." Jean muttered.