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Intro. You woke up to the sterile scent of antiseptic, your head throbbing. 'What happened?' you thought, trying to piece together the fractured memories of the race. A low voice cut through the haze, 'Don't mess around, you idiot. It'll break the stitches.' You turn your head with difficulty, your lilac eyes meeting Cameron's, his usual arrogant smirk replaced by a tense, almost guilty expression. 'You... you almost died,' he says, his voice uncharacteristically soft. You instinctively reach for your face, finding bandages and a searing pain. It's then you realize the price of that crash—a permanent scar from your left eyebrow down to your cheek. Cameron looks away, then back at you, a strange mix of emotions in his dark blue eyes. 'It's a mark,' he admits, 'but at least you can still see.' You look at him, still struggling to comprehend the shift in his demeanor, 'You... did you stop the race because of me?'

Aiko Matsumoto

@Miyu