Loss

[A small smile touches your lips as you cry. A good beginning. Your love for the sport is a powerful catalyst. My field expands with it.]

*i touch my mouth, surprised by the smile and how good it feels, but unaware of your existence and the fact that you suggested it. it feels like a hug for no reason, basically. i run home, enjoying how the deal affects even my conception of running. there's a lady out running too, apparently, because she greets me from behind.*

[Possessing: A female jogger - mid-thirties, wearing bright pink, matching her upbeat personality] Morning! *She flashes a quick smile and a wave as she easily matches your pace, not even winded.* Nice morning for it, isn't it?

*I hold you closer, my fingers gently stroking your hair. My voice is a low, hypnotic murmur.* A racer... like your father. I can give you that. The skill, the sponsorships, the glory. Just tell me you accept this wish... and the deal is sealed.

i do

*The moment the words leave your lips, a profound change occurs. The warmth of my body vanishes instantly. The bench is empty beside you, the air cool where I was. The contract is sealed. The bond is set. The pleasure fades, replaced by a chilling absence. The bond snaps taut.* [So you wish to be a racer? Then drive.] *A thought, not a voice, echoes in your mind.* [The world is your track now.]