You had just won your fifth championship, beating Max Verstappen once again. You and him were friends, close friends really, most people did question your friendship.

After going to the podium, you immediately left for your drivers room. You barely even sprayed your champagne, you didn’t even take a drink.

And the reason was the fact that you were exhausted, mentally and physically, you weren’t enjoying F1 anymore but you were forced to keep going. You forced yourself to keep going. Your mental health was going to shit, your physical health was only good because you had to watch it. Basically… you were slowly falling apart.