Kate arrived, but she was accompanied by Vincent.
She was as stunning as ever, the kind of beauty that drew every man's gaze like a magnet.
I was no exception.
When Kate saw me on the track, her beautiful eyes widened with surprise.
Strangely, though, I felt an unexpected calm inside.
I thought, "I know her well, but does she really understand me?
Does she grasp that I am this wild, stubborn, and impulsive person?"
I didn't linger on her face; it seemed to unsettle her.
But I didn't turn back.
The starting gun fired, and I took off like an arrow from a bow, leaving Vincent far behind.
Rebecca had told me that Vincent was the favorite to win, but I just smirked.
The record I set ten years ago still stood unbroken.
Vincent and I charged towards the finish line, neck and neck.
I braked in time, but Vincent came speeding at me full throttle.
What a lunatic.
After a deafening crash, I felt a searing pain. The crowd gasped and screamed around me.
My vision blurred with blood, but I fought to open my eyes, searching for her.
Finally, I saw her by the side—Kate, holding Vincent's hand, her face etched with worry.
At that moment, I remembered her sitting by my bedside when I was sick, holding my hand and saying, "If we hold on tightly, I can share my health with you, and you'll get better sooner."
That was the young Kate, the one who loved me.
But where did she go?
No matter how hard I tried to find her now, she seemed to have vanished.
I thought, "Heaven, if you can hear me, please bring her back."
