Daniel:
I watched on as T.C. taped up the final box filled with her belongings. Cassie and I had been helping her pack for the last few days. However, today it was just T.C. and I. We haven’t said very much to each other, but a heavy sadness is hanging in the air and I knew we both felt it. I watched her disapear into her bedroom and then reapear seconds later. Holding a set of keys and my team jacket, which I had let her borrow.
“I only have the money to ship my jeep back. I think you should keep the Ferrari.” she said dangling the keys for me to take.
“No.” I shook my head “I’ll ship it for you.”
“Honey, I have to move back in with my dad. Which means two miles of dirt roads to get to my house. I can’t take that back to South Carolina. Its better if it stays here with you.” she explained, pushing the keys towards me. I reluctantly took them from her.
“Well, I’ll just hold onto it until you’re back. Its still your car. I gave it to you. And keep the jacket, I’ll tell them I lost it.” I told her. I could see the tears brimming in her eyes.
“I don’t think I’ll be back Daniel.” She said wiping away a stray tear that had spilled over, despite her efforts to blink it away. I guess she accepted the jacket, because she pulled it to her chest with her arms wrapped around it.
“You have to.” I said not wanting to hear the truth “Another team could pick you up. You’re an amazing engineer. The best in the paddock. Someone will want to hire you.”
“With the reputation I’ll have now?” she shook her head “No one will hire me.” she paused “It’ll be easier if you move on. You need to try and forget about me. Its for the best.”
“I can’t forget about you.” I frowned. “It took all this time for me to get my act together and to realize how badly I wanted you. And now you’re leaving, and I’m just supposed to forget about you?”
“Daniel, you don’t want me. There is someone out there for you, that is so much better than me. I am just some girl from a hick town, who can’t talk right, who fixes cars for a living, and already has one failed marriage under her belt at the age of 21. I’m not the girl for you. I’m not even close to being good enough for you.” she poured her heart out to me, but she was wrong. She was perfect. I was the one who didn’t deserve her, I had been to selfish to tell Christian not to fire her. That I should have been the one to lose my job. Instead she was taking the hit, and I knew I had already done enough damage and that if I somehow did manage to make her stay, I would eventually hurt her again and I couldn’t bear that.
T.C:
I was in the garage working on one of my brothers cars, well trying to work on it. However, I kept getting distracted because the race was on. So most of the time I was just leaning on the hood, holding a wrench and looking up at the flat screen TV that hung in our family’s detached gargage.
Daniel was on the third row at the start of the race as he had qualified in 5th. Not his best result, but certainly not the worst either. The beginning of the race he hadn’t done well either which worried me. However, now on lap 42 he was in third place and closing in.
I stood up, cheering at the TV as Daniel whiped around Nico Rosberg, who was in second. And with 5 laps to go he was only two seconds behind the first place car of Lewis Hamilton.
“You can do it you crazy Aussie! Come on Daniel!” I screamed.
I bit down on the knuckle of my index finger as I watched Daniel make his move on Lewis with only 2 laps to go. Daniel pulled around the silver arrow, but Lewis immediately took his position back. I could hardly stand to watch as they turned the last corner. My eyes went wide and I jumped up and down as I saw Daniel pulling away from the Mercedes.
