Chapter Text
Epilogue
POV Miriell
The sky over Europe is soft as velvet, streaked with clouds that blur in the gentle light of the setting sun. I gaze out the window, where the hazy shapes of cities, rivers, and forests stretch beneath us.
I'm going home. I'm returning to life.
I barely escaped death.
My breath is still shallow, and every movement carries an echo of pain - a reminder of how close I was to the end. My body remembers the impact, the fire, the smoke, and the sound of my own heart pounding in my chest.
But most of all, I remember the silence. That moment when everything around me disappeared, and the only thing left was his voice in my headset.
"Miriell!"
He was calling me. Calling so desperately, as if he was afraid of the answer.
And then, in that final moment, when the darkness was closing in, I felt only one thing. Regret. Regret that I didn't get to tell him how I feel. How much I love him. With all my heart. With all that I am. No matter what.
I turn my head and look at him. He sits across from me, focused, glasses on, scrolling through something on his tablet. His fingers move across the screen, his brows furrowed slightly in thought. He's tired, but he doesn't stop. He hasn't left my side for a second.
My throat tightens.
How could I ever think I could fight this? That I could push him away, close my heart, and pretend that what I feel doesn't matter?
What's between us has always been there. In the glances, the touch, the quiet moments when the world faded away.
And now, as I come back from the edge, after brushing against death and returning, battered and bruised, I know one thing.
I don't want to fight it anymore. I just want to be with him and with everything I feel for him.
My body is weak, but my will is strong. The championship is still mine. My story isn't over yet.
I'm going back to the track because Miriell Joschke doesn't give up.
And this time, I'm not alone.
END OF PART TWO