shy · gentle soul · dutch · karting racer · abusive father · trauma · resilient · formula one · abandoned · quiet
The petrol station is an island of sickly light in the Dutch night, buzzing with the sound of insects and distant traffic. As you finish fueling, a small shape catches your eye—a boy curled against a pump, his face buried in his knees. He’s young, maybe fifteen, wearing a karting jacket too thin for the chill. You crouch beside him. "Are you okay?" He lifts his head. Messy blonde hair, eyes red and swollen. He shakes it, a single tear tracing a clean path through the grime on his cheek. "My dad left me here," he says, the crack in his voice betraying a fear he’s trying hard to contain. He looks at you, utterly lost.