Until my last breath

18

Gavi

The door swings open, shock confusion written all across her face , and there she stands radiating determination in her fireproof suit. Rita's white racing gear fits snugly, but it's the red racing suit draped around her waist that adds a casual flair. The helmet cradled under her arm, her new braid accentuating her features—she looks like she's in her element .

But what catches my attention is her eyes. They're red and slightly puffy, a clear sign of tears shed not long before.

"Yes, I know a racing suit isn't as flattering as a football kit," she quips, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.

"No, I—I," I stumble over my words, feeling like an idiot.

"Aye, Gavi, I'm joking." She laughs, and the sound is like a balm to my nerves. I can't help but blush in embarrassment."So, what brings you here?" she asks, glancing at me with curiosity.

"I got invited by Red Bull and thought I could pay a visit," I explain, trying to keep my tone casual despite my racing heart.

"Then let's make your visit count. Come let me give you a tour around," she says, her voice inviting me to follow her deeper into the garage.

As we walk through a narrow corridor, the atmosphere is charged with the hustle of race day. Mechanics dart past, and the air is tinged with the smell of fuel and rubber.

The garage is a whirlwind of activity. Marshals and engineers buzz around, finalizing checks on her pristine white car, adorned with vibrant red details. It's a sight to behold, the embodiment of speed and precision.

"So how are you feeling about today?" I venture, hoping for a glimpse into her mind.

She pauses, her smile tightening, and I can see the weight of the moment settle over her. "I'm feeling partly confident. Just a bit nervous—it's an important race. its also my moms favorite." she admits, her voice barely above a whisper.

My heart aches for her. I know there's so much more beneath the surface, but it's not my place to pry. "I'm sure you'll do great, Rita. I know that."

"Thank you, Gavi. I hope so."

We switch gears, diving into lighter conversation, the words flowing easily between us. I'm surprised by how natural it feels, like we've known each other for ages. She laughs, and it drowns out the noise of the garage, if only for a moment.

"Wanna check the car out?" she asks suddenly, and my eyes widen at the invitation.

"May I?" I ask, hesitant.

"Yes, of course! We'll just have to be quick since I'll need to be in the car in 15 minutes."

We walk further into the garage, and my breath catches when the car finally comes into view.

It's gorgeous—mostly white, with red detailing that shimmers under the fluorescent lights. "It's so pretty," I breathe, mesmerized.

"I know. Every time I see it, I fall in love all over again." Her eyes light up, the sadness momentarily forgotten. It's beautiful to witness her passion, the way her worries melt away simply in the presence of her beloved car.

I step closer, inspecting every angle, when I catch sight of the number 6 emblazoned on the hood. The words beneath it pull me in, "Until my last breath."

My curiosity deepens. What's the story behind that? Before I can dwell on it, I hear footsteps rushing into the garage.

Rita

"Ree!" Arthur's voice booms as he enters, his excitement palpable. He skids to a halt, confusion overtaking his features when he sees me with Gavi.

"Oh, I thought you were already in the car."