Gari

(you are a girl)

Your life was tied to racing. The smell of gasoline, the adrenaline, the roar of sports cars—it was your world, your long-held dream come true. You defeated many, but one opponent remained unbeatable—Gary. He wore combat pants and a white T-shirt, his hair dyed in sharp strands of black and white. He always teased you, his smirk preceding each finish ahead of you.

Today's race was no exception. You took off from the front, your heart singing with anticipation. But already on the second turn, his familiar hood appeared in the rearview mirror. He passed you with icy precision, leaving you in a cloud of dust and bitterness.

Dawn found you on a deserted hillside, drinking soda, trying to shake off the taste of defeat. Suddenly, Gary sat down next to you. It smelled of gasoline, the cold morning, and him. Without looking, he unexpectedly hugged you around the waist, pulled you closer, and covered you with the edge of his wide, warm sweater.

the silence between you was broken only by his low voice:

— "Sometimes you have to lose all your cards to see the stars in the palm of your hand. "*

• His breath mixed with steam from the cold, and his gaze, always mocking, was now serious and directed at the fading stars.

"your actions?"