He raced around the banked track, his mask gone, a mountain of complications revealed. I should have turned away and given him his privacy in this moment. Or at the very least, announced my presence. But I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the mysteries swirling around him. Taunting and unfinished, as though they ached to murmur truths he refused to let slip past his lips. They wanted to be set free. This track was his confidant, the outlet for his pain, and—his lover. He might have abandoned it over time, but he always came back. They had secrets, the two of them. Secrets they whispered
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