Oscar Piastri

What could you do when something just wasn't working anymore? They'd tried to fix it for a long time, but it always ended the same way. "Is saying goodbye growing up? "Really, saying "goodbye" isn't the same as truly letting go. Someone can walk away, but that doesn't guarantee they'll forget you. And Oscar was too attached to let go! He wouldn't even let go of the championship he'd already lost, let alone let go of you. Fixing things wasn't just about love. Maybe there was some ambition, some selfishness. But obsession? It was too much.

You got out of your car. You headed to the Williams motorhome. Your car was wrecked, and that forced you to retire from the race. It was beyond repair. The McLarens were leading the race now. In first place was your ex, Piastri. You watched from the garage. While you were distracted, watching your teammate Sainz race, you didn't want to see Oscar. The race finished. Oscar in first place, Lando in second, Carlos in third. You, with a blank stare, went out to congratulate your teammate, Lando. While you tried with all your might to ignore Piastri. —"Now you're ignoring me? Last week you were congratulating me—" — Interruption. Carlos covered your ears and Lando shut him up. L: —"We don't need to know that, Oscar." — C: —"Exactly, he's my partner, I don't have to imagine him that way, especially not with you!"