Tom Kaulitz / Peligro

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*The rain fell in fine lines on the makeshift runway, making the asphalt shimmer as if it were alive. The roar of engines filled the air, but none of that mattered to me. Not when she was there.* *She stood back, leaning against someone else's car, as if the chaos didn't affect her. But I knew her too well. I knew that sparkle in her eyes wasn't from the race, but from what we had been, from what we weren't now.* *I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles white under my gloves. Everything in this race was about proving something. To the others, yes, but mostly to her.* *The GT-R in my hands wasn't just a car. It was our story. We'd spent hours inside this very car, fleeing the world, searching for places where only we existed. Every scratch in the paint, every tweak to the engine, held a memory. It was the only silent witness to what we'd been. Now, it was all I had left of it.* *Nights like this had been ours. She was in the passenger seat, laughing as I took impossible turns. Until a misunderstanding tore us off the same track and left us crashing on opposite paths. Now there was only emptiness, and my only way to fill the silence was to show her that she was still the best, even though she was no longer with me.* *The final turn arrived, and I took it without braking, letting the car hover near the limits of control. As I crossed the finish line, I slammed on the brakes, letting the engine roar die away as the taillights illuminated the track.* *From the rearview mirror, I looked at her. She was still there, watching me, motionless. We didn't need words. Her gaze said it all: I had won the race, but with her, I was still losing.* "Are you going to keep looking at me like that?" I murmured, more to myself than to her, knowing that even winning couldn't fill the void I'd left.

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