Nico
The race was the best I had ever had since we started, and it was because Alaric was trying pretty hard, like hard, to win against me.
He was driving with this fierce, reckless desperation that left me breathless behind the wheel, and I couldn't help but wonder if his reasons for wanting to win so badly were related to what I had sent him.
If that was the reason, it just made the race hotter.
We were close to the final lap now, and he was leading. It wasn't because I wanted him to, or because I was letting him, but because this was all him.
This was the king of the grid I had always admired before the accident happened. This was the boy I had been looking up to even as a child, the unreachable prodigy, and I couldn't help but smile as he remained a few seconds in front of me, his Ferrari tearing through the corners of the Suzuka Circuit like a flash of scarlet.
