Dear Diary...
...Y/n is my favourite person in the world.
We went karting last week, and I was impressed with how well she actually races.
But the best part of that day was how she stared at me through the helmet. It's like she turned into another person whenever she put on that helmet.
So we raced last week on an open-to-the-public outdoor track. I should have known then and there that that wasn't a good idea.
As we were taking part in a relay race with another group of guys, I got a little worried. They were all huge guys who looked like they didn't care what happened on track as long as they won the race.
Y/n seemed relaxed enough, though, so I didn't say anything.
She was the penultimate one of our team to race, so she switched quickly and drove off, immediately overtaking two other racers.
Her skill was amazing, and I smiled after her as she went on, getting closer and closer to P1.
Our team was cheering her on, she was laughing, and we were happy to be almost in the lead.
And then the unthinkable happened. The guy in P1, who was in that group of guys that looked really aggressive, saw Y/n approach.
So what did he do?
Right, instead of defending like a normal racer, he dangerously swerved his kart against Y/n, who slid right off track and into the barriers.
Luckily, Y/n remembered what I taught her about crash safety. She crossed her arms when she realised she didn't have any control over the cart anymore and braced for impact as the arrogant guy crossed the finish line in first.
Our team ran to see if she was okay, and the medic was immediately called over as well. Y/n was conscious, but I could see that her racing suit was a little ripped on her arm. She was okay otherwise, though, and had no concussion.
"Y/n!" I called, immediately holding onto her shoulders and opening her visor to try and see her eyes.
Never before had I seen such pain in her eyes. But it wasn't all physical.
She had talked to me before the race. I could see how excited she was to show me that she could race well, that she was a valuable asset on track.
She knew that I valued her no matter what, but she wanted to show me she could be good at my favourite thing to do, too.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, and I helped her take off her helmet. Y/n held onto my hands as I gently helped her out of the kart, and we quietly walked back to the track entrance.
Our team walked with us in silence, throwing dismissive looks at the guys' team and pitiful ones at Y/n and me.
The guys were disqualified and banned from the karting track. Which is the least the karting centre should have done.
When we got to the entrance, the medical team did a checkup on her and then gave us some privacy.
Y/n was still crying, but she was silent.
"Y/n," I started, taking her hand in mine as I kissed her cheek, reassuring her of her innocence.
"Y/n, you did nothing wrong. Those guys were incredibly ignorant and dangerous and shouldn't have been racing anyway."
She nodded as she continued crying and leaned her head onto my shoulder. She was shaking, so I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her forehead.
"I love you," I whispered, and my hand found hers once again.
She sighed, looked up at me, and against all odds, smiled.
"I love you more," she answered.
I leaned my forehead against hers and closed my eyes.
My forever girl.
***
Okay so we hate this group of guys.
Last Qualifying!
And the last race with DRS... I'm not ready to say goodbye😭😭
see you tomorrow,
x
Brooke
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