Falling for the Leclerc's

40. Twice

Charles' pov

"She left."

My face turns to Arthur, not wanting to believe what he just told me.

"She had to...otherwise she would have missed her flight."

I shake my head, not wanting to believe it.

I turn around, walking towards the garage, trying to take my helmet off.

"Charles! Where are you going?! You need to give your interview!" Arthur shouts behind me but I ignore him.

I suddenly don't feel as good anymore.

I wanted her here, with me but she just left.

Once I manage to take my helmet off, I start running to the garage. Photographers and interviewers follow me behind, but I don't stop for them.

"Grace?" I shout once I'm in the garage, but I get no reply.

One hand goes through my hair, and I figet with my bracelet, trying to remain calm but unsuccessfully managing to do so.

I keep eyeing every corner, like she's going to be there but it's clear that she's not.

Instead I find a hand written note.

_________________________________
Dear Charles,
The past month has been amazing but also filled with so many emotions, which I didn't think I would ever experience again. Thank you for reminding me what it feels like to be in love...and for everything else.
Love, Grace.
_________________________________

I pull the letter to my chest, close to my heart, trying to think.

Maybe if I leave now, I'll be able to get to her before she leaves.

I quickly run to my private driver room, changing into my previous outfit, taking my car keys with me.

My mind is all over the place as I run out of breath, running towards my car.

"Charles! Are you crazy? Where do you think you're going?" My team principal yells at me when he sees me running the opposite direction of the podium.

He starts following me behind too.

"I have to go, it's something important!" I say while getting in the car.

"More important than being crowned the winner of this race?" He asks confused.

"Hundred times more important." I say and I speed towards the airport.

I drive through the crowded streets of Miami, not caring that I'm driving over the speed limit.

I check my phone.

It's 19:14 pm.

Grace's flight leaves at 19:30 pm.

I still got time.

I drive almost like I'm in a daze, not fully sure that I'm headed in the right direction. I start panicking when I think I lost my way but release a breath of relief when I see the street sign, indicating that I'm almost there.

The tyres of my car screech when I stop suddenly, once I'm at the airport.

I run like a mad man through the doors, almost knocking a guy over.

"Excuse me" I say while trying to get through the crowd of people who are walking in the opposite direction. Not knowing where I am or where I'm going, I stop, looking at the departure boards.