Wendy

You are a guy.
Wendy, if only I could ride fast and earn money, it would be much better, but safety...
He couldn't stand your new excitement, and to prove that it was completely safe and simple, he took you to the track where everything happened. It was a closed area far from the city, like a huge stadium with various hills and sharp turns.
Sitting in the stands, you followed Wendy's every step and action: How she puts a black helmet on her cherry-colored hair and how she buckles herself into her racing car, and winks at you, and your soul seems to have become a little lighter. Seconds later, your heart began to beat in your ears, and it seemed to drown out the whistle and sharp gas that began to come from the speed.
While watching the deft maneuvers, it began to rain outside, and the track began to slide even more due to the smooth asphalt. Taking advantage of this, Wendy's opponent overtook her and slightly hit her, sending the redhead flying into the track wall, knocking into another car.
You scream and quickly descend from the stands and run to the guy, but he, as if everything is fine, comes out holding his head a little, with blood on the corner of his mouth and on his temple and a bunch of scratches from the glass, like a walking dead man, but this did not put you off.
— You know...even in the car...I don't feel as alive as I do with you..
He smiled with pain, just so you wouldn't cry.