A U R O R A // F1

Nov 8th, 2019. Berlin, Germany

I slid out of my clothes and stepped into the shower. The water was boiling hot, washing away the sweat from my morning run as I was embracing the heat.

As I dried myself up and got into a hoodie and some sweatpants, there was a knock at my door.

When I opened, he stood with his back to me. As he swung around, starting to smile at me, the steak knife I had in my heart seemed to twist. His beauty I have gotten so familiar with hit me harder than a wave wipeout.

I didn't want him to step in, let alone touch me, but he already took a hand to my shoulder and pulled me into a hug. I tried to breathe in as calmly as possible, his touch was like ice on bare skin to me, and reached for the bag I prepared with the last of his stuff in it. He took a step back and took it.

"Congratulations on your title, hun. You remember how we celebrated last year when you got second?", he asked to break the silence between us.

I nodded and tried to avoid eye contact. I could feel his look burning on me and took another shaky breath.

"Yeah, that was last year. Remember what happened since then."

Before he could respond I cut him off. "Look, I have a long to do-list. Can we please just wrap this up?"

I didn't need to look at him to know what kind of face he must've put on.

"Alright. You can always call me."

After I closed the door behind him I noticed the tears were already rolling down my face and my nails were digging deeply into the palms of my hands.

After everything it was still hurting me, infuriating me, and then seeing him again in person two months after our breakup was apparently more than I could handle, especially after the intense weeks I had behind me.

Slowly I walked back into the living room and sat on the couch. In front of me still stood the huge trophy I was handed just two weeks ago, starting to catch dust. I took it on my lap and retraced the sillhouettes with my fingers, trying to relax myself.

DTM champion 2019
Suvi Greiffenberg

I sighed.

My phone chimed again.

JAMIE 12:17 PM

Ey lazy, you're still aware of that fundraiser tonight, right? Just wanted to check up on u. Let me know if u need anything, I can give u a ride later or something

ME 12:17 PM

I'm not lazy. xx

Fortunately, I didn't forget. The dress, fresh from the dry-cleaner, was already hanging in the closet.

//
My makeup was simple and I let my sleek hair fall down my back.

The dress was black and very loose-fitting, with long arms and the satin fabric going down all the way down to my ankle, but taken in at the waist, with bare shoulders and a split that went up my leg.

I examined my look in the mirror. It flattered me and I smiled in content. Just as I was about to order a taxi, I got a call from Jamie just outside my building and ready to give me a ride.

"Wow.", he exclaimed, "Nice to see you dressed up once in a while", as I sat in the passenger seat. I gave him a warning glare.

"You a piece of shit.", I commented. He actually looked really handsome himself, dressed in an all black suit except a thin, white tie, curls of his thick dark hair falling on his forehead, and his jawline sharp like a razor.