Little Things

3- Pr meetings

hey siri, how do you get rid of a dead body?

i'm kidding, barely.

We're in Imola now for the second race and that certain brunette is pushing my limits further than he knows he should

We've constantly fought, neither of us refusing to drop the incident that occurred right before the finish of our past race

He's fucking lucky he didn't make me spin out, I don't even know what I would've done

As if sensing my thoughts around him he walks into the gym, his trainer in tow

The entirety of my weight training my head isn't truly focused on what's needed to be done, refusing to ignore the presence just twenty feet away, he makes my guts want to explode, how could I ever see anything but hate in him? I was clearly on something, because this is not the same person that made me fall in love

Not the same person that'd sit with me for hours and talk about stupid things, not the one that'd always get me chai wherever we went since I hate coffee, or buy me a charm for my bracelet whenever he saw one that reminded him of me from whatever country he was in.

This is the one that broke my heart, with no regards to my feelings, the one that played me to his advantage until I was no longer needed, that blinded me with false hope, crushing my trust i'd worked for months to create.

You don't do that to someone you love, leading me to the conclusion that it was never real, a facade he was dedicated to, to competitive to give up

How can someone fake something that felt so real?

(Four years ago) May 28 2017

"Char!" My voice is drowned out by everyone's screams, I'm debating if he'll even notice me until his mechanics move out of the day, pointing towards me as if they knew who he was looking for

His smile grows impossibly larger, his eyes twinkling with happiness as he runs up to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and spinning me around while simultaneously pressing kisses all over my face

"We did it Ale!"

"I'm so proud of you!" Once he sets me down I press my lips to his, he doesn't take any time to react, kissing me back, butterflies erupting in my stomach

I'm so proud of this boy.

I'm on top of the world

He just won his first home race ever and he's leading the f2 championship

"Go! I'll be right here watching" He nods, full of excitement before quickly kissing my cheek and running off to the podium

I raced yesterday, getting first as well

I couldn't be happier, I just won on one of the most difficult tracks ever, and so did the boy i'm starting to fall for

(yes i'm entirely aware that in 2017 f3 did not race in Monaco, cry abt it<3)

(Present day)

"Alethia! Focus!" Gianas voice causes me to snap out of my thoughts, bringing myself back into the workout i'm supposed to be doing

"Yeah, sorry"

"Go finish on the treadmill, I don't have the energy to deal with this" Who pissed her off?

You. You pissed her off dumbass.

I let out a huff convincing myself to not start anything, walking over to the line of machines I step onto one, starting it up at a walking speed