Lucien
RACING HAD ALWAYS been a big part of my life. I was tired of definitions because they felt like limitations to me. Whenever I imagined Sylvia beside me, it was as if her soul was attached to my hands on the handles of my motorcycle. She had made me love this sport—the adrenaline of the race and everything in between.
But nothing made a racetrack feel emptier than wanting Sylvia there. I had first known the love of racing through her, and then Caitlyn came into my life to remind me that racing wasn't a form of self-hatred, but rather something I genuinely loved.
I wasn't social enough for the other racers who chattered around me. I was here for the win. Their voices were nothing but white noise as I directed my attention to the sleek black stallion I sat on so comfortably it felt
