I land in Geneva around 1pm and get to my car. It's an Audi Q4 E Tron. When I'm loading everything in the trunk of my car I see a familiar face heading my direction. "Didn't know you lived in Switzerland" Mick asks. "Yes for a few months now, but I'm still settling in" I say.
We say goodbye and I'm off to my own place. Finally. Some time alone. I love being social but I need time to recharge from being social. And I really missed my cello.
It's a beautiful day outside and I take my cello to the garden and just play. I don't care that I need to wash my clothes or clean up.
When I play the cello I feel complete again. The sounds coming from this instrument are so simple, clean and hits the right emotions every time.
I get interrupted by a shadow that is standing over me. How did this person get into my garden, I think. I turn around and see Mick standing there.
"Hi", he says.
"Hi, how did you get into the garden?" I ask, a bit annoyed.
"Your gate wasn't locked and you dropped this at the airport". He hands me the bracelet that contains the ashes of my deceased husband.
"Thank you." I stammer.
"You're welcome, you live here beautifully," he says, trying to make conversation.
I just stood there with tears in my eyes, not believing I didn't notice I lost it.
"Are you okay?", he asks.
"Euhm yes and no, this has a lot of value for me. I didn't even notice it was gone" i say, the tears are now streaming down my face. Shit i should keep it together.
"Can I ask why?".
"Ofcourse, sorry, please sit down" and as we sit down on the grass overlooking the lake, I tell him the story.
By the time I'm done, I'm crying harder.
"I'm so sorry that happened to you, I don't know how you keep it together" he says.
"Well at the moment I don't." I say, giving him a small smile.
"You are the first one that knows the full story. It's one of the reasons why I left everything behind. I couldn't stay there without him. Not after everything". I tell him, hoping he won't treat me differently.
"I don't know what to say to your story. It certainly does explain you being such a tough woman. And being able to handle all the shit from everyone". He tells me.
"Well I already did that before I even met my husband". I say while smiling.
We sat there in silence for another few minutes.
He leaves soon after. We exchange phone numbers and follow each other on Instagram.
I stay at the lake for a bit longer and get myself a coup of noodles.
Weird how life turns out.
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A new beginning (F1 love story)
RomanceChloe loses her husband in a car crash. She quits her job and moves to another country to work in Formula 1. She meets driver Mick Schumacher. And slowly falls in love with him. Is she ready for a new love? Can she handle the pressure of being in...
