Pakin’s P.O.VThe roar of the engine faded as I brought the car to a stop, but the pounding in my ears didn’t. My chest heaved, desperate for air, and my hands shook as they let go of the steering wheel.The track had been brutal, its curves and turns pushing me to my limits. My vision blurred slightly as the adrenaline began to wear off, and I slumped forward, pressing my forehead to the steering wheel.My composure was gone, and all I could hear was the frantic rush of my own pulse.I tried to steady my breathing, but it felt like my lungs couldn’t catch up. Did I make it? Did I do enough?Then, out of nowhere, the driver’s side door flew open.Cool air rushed in, shocking my senses. Strong hands reached for me, pulling at the clasp of my helmet. For a second, I panicked, too disoriented to process what was happening, but then the helmet was off, and I sucked in a lungful of fresh air.
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