Accept what is and forget what was

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This is the first time in 3 years I been near anything to do with Motorsport, my grandfather who is Jackie Stewart practically forced me to go seeing as it was silverstone which was a race, in my home country he wanted me to go. I gave in also as it was my birthday he wanted to spend some time as I was now 19, I was the only granddaughter he has and for that reason, I was known as the favourite grandchild.

Something to know was I used to drive in f3, I was successful from what I know, 3 years ago I was in a car accident which caused me to be in a coma for 4 months and to wake up with no memories, I woke up knowing nothing. My parents always said I was probably in the Motorsport community not only was I a girl but one who always was on the podium or won, I never felt like was me,I never went to raves because I knew people thought I would be the same person I was

Walking into silver stone on Thursday was strange, I had seen so many photos os me here, but I still couldn't remember, the doctors still say my memory could come back but it's been 3 years and not one memory has come back.
of course, people were looking as I walking beside my grandfather but many were looking at me, my family kept my recovery private, some people didn't even know about the accident just thought I got bored of the sport and felt. My family were hoping coming here would help me remember something, racing was my life, I would race on the weekends, was homeschooled and spent more time in Italy than at home. I was in the Ferrari driver academy, which meant I raced for the team Prema. Everyone thought that for sure one day I would get a seat in f1, two years ago they asked me if I would race again, I declined I still knew how to race as I raced in a charity event for my grandfather's charity. But I didn't want to return to the sport, I found it hard even dealing with normal life, I knew I couldn't handle racing were everyone had an idea of someone I wasn't.

I walked down to the f2 and f3 garages with Callum II had met Angelo Rossi who was one of the founders of Prema racing and also my godfather as my mother was Italian.I hadn't seen him in a couple of months, and he really wanted to see me, my grandfather was busy and I had never better to do, so I spent him a text telling him I was on my way to the garage

MARCUS POV
I looked over to see a girl standing at the front of the garage, then I recognized her as Sofia, my old teammate. Callum was beside her, I hadn't seen her in years, the last time I saw here she was in a coma. she looked healthy and happy. Angelo practically run over to her, which made the team look mostly the drivers many didn't know who she was and Angelo wasn't someone who showed much emotion. Callum walked over to me to give her and her godfather some space.

-That's Sofia, right?
-yeah.
-She looks happy.
-Yeah, just so you know she still doesn't remember.
-She has no idea how I am then.
-she knows a bit, seen photos of you two and the team but she doesn't know anything else.
-so she doesn't know about us?
-no, her parents think it would only make her worst. I only tell her what her parents want her to hear.
-she has no clue about our relationship then?
-Marcus, she isn't the same, Her laptop still has the photos and videos of everything but her parents were going to get rid of it. I said I could get rid of it, I still have it. There is still a chance her memory to come back and I don't want her not to have those photos and videos but maybe you should move on.

-It's hard to forget someone when she made me so happy because I tried.