Speed...
That's what he lived for. It made blood rush through his veins. It made him feel alive.
The feel of the hard steering wheel, the worn out seat of his car, the screech his tires made when the car drifted, it was...it was home to him.

He was the best. The top. A star. He knew the tracks and his car like the back of his hand. He was the unbeatable master, controlling the beast like a master puppeteer.

"Be careful on that turn, Jeon." He heard through his in-ear. He scoffed. He ought to fire this man for thinking he could tell him how to drive. No one told him what to do.

The arrogance that came with success finally took over him.

A miscalculated turn and he felt his whole life flashing before his eyes.

The car flipped thrice. The body crashing, the glass flying.

The shock and pain was all he could feel. He wondered in those moments before his eyes closed;

I was wrong.