Loser. •Part Three•

ZANE•


He sprinted after her, only catching up when he reached the lake.


There she sat in the setting sun, her back facing him. He walked forward and sat next to her in the dewey grass. Tears stained her face.


“Why?” He asked her.


“I want to be a race car driver.”


“Not a jockey?”


“Nope.”


“Bruh.”

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