Margo and Pierre Gasly had a secret love affair, but when things got too real Margo ran away with the intentions of Pierre progressing in his career. Years later their paths meet again but will they reconnect again. What happens when Pierre finds ou...
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THE PAST
"Margo, you know I love you right?"
"Yeah Pierre I know"
Our hands are interlocked as we sat side by side on the bathroom floor, backs against the red tiled wall, heads tilted together.
We sat in silence, just enjoying each others company. Pierre's aftershave filled my lungs. I inhaled deeply, I'm going to miss that smell. A tear rolled down my cheek, I know what I have to do but it's going to hurt.
Pierre notices a tear rolling down my cheek and wipes it away with his thumb. "Tu vas bien, mon amour".
"Pierre, I need to tell you something..."
"Margo you can tell me anything you know that"
"We need to break up."
"quoi? Ta gueule!" Pierre laughed, thinking I was joking.
I didn't say anything, trying to focus on my breathing.
Pierre sat up and pulled me towards him looking into my eyes. He grabbed my hands, my eyes started to fill with tears. Pierre started to shake his head.
"Non, non, non, non, non, non" His voice began to break as tears started to form. He drops my hands and runs a hand over his face - a nervous habit he has.
"I'm sorry Pierre, but this needs to happen"
"pourquoi?" Pierre pleaded.
"It just does, you need to work on your career and I'm... I've got to go and live my life. We can't just keep living in this bubble, we've got to live in the real world."
I slow dragged myself from the floor, my shaky hands grab my handbag from the floor and open the door. Something makes me stop as I open the door, but I have to keep walking over wise I will never leave. I hear Pierre's quiet sobs as I walk away. This is the end.
THE PRESENT
"Camile, be careful daring we don't want to spill flour everywhere" I said as my daughter adds the flour into the bowl to make double chocolate chip cookies. It's an old family recipe passed from my grandmother before she died.
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It was almost Camille's fourth birthday. Fourth years I've had my best-friend and I'm reminded of it everyday. I'm reminded of him everyday...
It hurt at first, but I did what was best for both of us. He had his whole career ahead of him, he wasn't ready for a serious relationship. He didn't have the money to raise a child and focus on his career in F1. Still, sometimes I wish it could have worked out differently. But I know, if I could do it all again, I'd do it in a heartbeat.
My phone buzzed from a text from my brother, Hugo, he's back in Monaco after being away with work.
Want to go to dinner and catch up ~ H x
Yh, sure what time as I need to book a babysitter for Camille ~ M x
Ermm... my flight gets in at 16:30 so around 17:00 ish ~ H x
Need a lift from the airport? ~ M x
No, I'm good, I'll see you in a couple hours ~ H x
I put down my phone and see Camille dancing to herself and singing. She's so damn cute. We scoop the cookies out onto a tray and put them in the other.
"23 minutes until they're ready, want to go watch some TV while we wait?"
"Qui mama, allez allez allez"
"What do you want to watch?"
"Hungarian grand prix... 2014 please"
"That's my girl" I laughed as she ran to her room to find her Danial Ricardo cap.
**AUTHOURS NOTE: THANKS FOR READING! HOPE YOU ENJOYED, ONLY A SHORT ONE FOR NOW JUST TO SET THE SCENE. THANKS - ELEANOR **
