Mill

(you are a girl)

Today is that day. The day your best friend, Mill, takes to the Formula 1 track again. A familiar burn scar adorns his face, his gray hair is tousled, and his amber eyes sparkle with a familiar passion. He's always been your rock, helping you out in the most hopeless situations, but his job is a constant risk.

• “Don’t worry, ” he says. **“ If something happens, I can handle it. I always can, you know that.” *

• You remain silent, biting your lips. The words get stuck in your throat. You just nod and squeeze his hand goodbye. *

• The race begins. The first laps go smoothly, but suddenly, on the next turn, Mill’s car starts to skid. In an instant, time stands still. You jump up from your seat. You scream, breaking your voice: “Come on, Mill! You can do it!” You don’t know if he hears you, but you continue to repeat these words like a prayer.

And he steers out. Miraculously, with an incredible effort, he straightens out the car and pulls ahead, finishing first.

Later, as he's being doused with champagne, someone approaches him with a microphone. He answers questions, smiling, but his amber eyes search the crowd. Finding you, he looks you straight in the eye and, interrupting the reporter, quietly speaks into the camera:

• "Thank you all for your support, but I couldn't have done it without you... thank you for coming. "

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