When Zee tries to forget about the past, NuNew becomes his best company and someone who will try to heal Zee's broken heart, meanwhile Saint still regrets what he has done to his best friend. Max and Zee thinks that they won't see Saint ever again b...
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These dreams intensified when I started dating Yuki in earnest. At first I didn't take it seriously, just ordinary dreams, no big deal, I didn't care about it, but as time went by, they were more and more annoying, intrusive, appeared for no reason, even after a very good day, and made me worry about my health mental. I am a Formula 1 driver, my day is full of tasks, I thought it might be overwork, but when I told Charles about it, he disagreed with me.
— What are you saying, what is in your dreams? —He asked as if to make sure.
— I don't know exactly, but we are definitely in a foreign country, it is not Europe, but rather Asia, often at school or in its courtyard. Usually I don't remember exactly what I dream about, only emotions and feelings, I often wake up screaming or with wet cheeks. And it feels like it's not dreams, but memories, but it's impossible!
We hid in my hotel room, ordering a bottle of whiskey and red wine each, wine for Charles, whiskey for me. We were getting drunk on another terrible weekend, we didn't even want to count how many points we had lost due to someone else not working properly. We were fast, Charles even had a great car, but so what if we didn't even have a chance to fight seriously on the track? When we were younger, we often raced with each other: me, Charles, Esteban and Anthoine. But we grew up, one of us passed away, life changed, we weren't those kids with our heads full of dreams anymore. We became adults, ruthless athletes doing what our bosses told us to do, we learned how to be excellent actors, we rarely spoke frankly in public about how we felt, we used to repeat the same sentences over and over again and I don't even know why in we were asked any questions at all.
I hated that feeling when I didn't even get a chance to show my skills when our strategists called me to the pit stop at a time when I still had a chance to overtake at least two opponents. This is how it was today. I was driving calmly in tenth position, Fernando and Daniel were in front of me, both on very worn, soft tires, I could use it very easily, I had the advantage over them that I had intermediate tires. That's when my team spoiled all the fun by calling me into the pit lane. I declined and started overtaking Fernando. It wasn't too easy, Nando is a goddamn old fox, he knows how to defend himself. Meanwhile, my race engineer kept calling me down the pit lane. Pissed off, I finally ran two laps later just to give me a break, even though I felt that I could have reached the finish line with these tires. I was already ahead of Fernando and right behind Daniel, I could easily overtake him. Unfortunately, my pit stop turned out to be catastrophic, because due to problems with the automatic wrench, it took a good 3 seconds longer to screw and unscrew the new right front wheel than it should have been. Not much, but it was enough for me to drop from ninth to 17. By the end of the race I managed to make up only 4 places and I was pissed off, even though I couldn't publicly show it. Instead, I smiled at numerous cameras, nodded my head and repeated that it was "our mistake", although I knew perfectly well that if I had not listened to our strategists and stayed on the track, perhaps I would have scored some valuable points.
