THE MOMENT THAT MAX had stepped back into the room that night, it felt like the air had been sucked out of the room and left isabel to suffocate.
she had been curled up on her bed watching tv when max entered. from the quick glance she gave him, she noticed that his shoulder's were slumped but somehow still tense, as if he were constantly on guard and warding off any possible vulnerability.
his face had remained blank as he flopped onto his bed and pulled all the blankets up over him until he had disappeared beneath them, swallowed by the fabrics. isabel had turned the tv down further after that.
now it was morning. max hadn't once moved out from under the blankets to the point where isabel was convinced he had been the one in the room to suffocate instead.
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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂, max verstappen ✓
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