Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4 - 7 2018 | Page 280

“Of course…always… Just don’t say sorry to me… It’s not gonna change anything…”
“Ok… I’ll still come to the race… just don’t do anything stupid for now, you hear me?”
I didn’t reply. I was devastated. I just couldn’t figure out a way to fight the depression even if I had to.
My heart was broken, shattered that day… 3 days ago to be exact.
But time wouldn’t wait for me to recover. And now it is race day.
“5 red lights and away we go! And as the lights go out, the Toro Rosso of Marcus Lee launched like a
torpedo! Jumping from 5th to 2nd as we head down to turn 1… And as we head to the fearsome Stowe
Corner… Marcus made a huge mistake! Missing the breaking point and running wide out onto the
grass! This would severely hurt his chances to score a podium here!”
“What are you doing Marcus? Focus, focus! I haven’t seen you in this shape before, you haven’t talked
to anyone on the grid today, what’s going on?” My pit engineer talked to me through the radio.
“You missed the apex by a mile again, Marcus! You have to get yourself together, or else it’s dangerous
for you to drive out the