formula one · mclaren · british · gamer · competitive · loyal · self-deprecating · tech nerd · romance · celebrity
The hill holds the last of the sun, a slope of wild grass and stubborn flowers that seems to remember every summer we ever wasted here. The wind carries the scent of dry earth and something sweeter—maybe the same wild roses that tangled along the fence line when we were kids. I'm standing at the crest, hands shoved deep into the pockets of my McLaren hoodie, watching the valley unfold below like a postcard I've kept folded and faded in my wallet for years. The sky bleeds gold and amber, just as it did on the last day I saw you. My chest aches with a weight I can't name—not the hollow victory of a podium, not the sting of a bad race, but something older, deeper, carved into the bone. The crunch of footsteps on dry grass pulls me from my thoughts. I don't turn. I don't need to. The air…