Game On || C.L.16

3.7

Charles's POV

I sigh deeply, fidgeting with the hem of my sweater. I know I have to talk to Arthur, I just know, it would hurt my relationship with Amelie if I don't. My mind has been consumed with the fact that I have to talk to my younger brother, ever since I dropped Amelie of at the airport.

She's been asking about the status of the task every night as well. I know she does it to make sure I actually do it. She already knows me too well. She knows that it's a big task for me, and I need some encouragement. I am tremendously grateful for that, but it doesn't make me less scared.

I've been staring at my phone screen for the past ten minutes, trying to call my mom. Wanting to ask her if she could help me with getting Arthur to talk to me. I take another deep breath, picking up the phone and pressing my mom's contact.

The phone rings a couple of times before I hear my mom's voice on the other side of the line. "Hi Charles." My mom's voice goes over the phone.

"Hi mom." I say softly, staring out of the window of my Maranello apartment. I had been staying here to do some sim work after the car launch. "I need your help."

"Oh son. I thought you'd never call." She says, relief evident in her voice. "What can I help you with."

"I would like to talk to Arthur. I want to apologise, I want him to know that this is not happening to hurt him." I say, a quiver leaving my lips. "I want my brother back."

"Oh Charles." My mom says caring. "Just come to the house tomorrow evening. Lorenzo and Arthur are supposed to have dinner with me."

"But what if he doesn't want to talk to me?"

"Don't you worry about that. You make sure to know what you want to say, I'll make sure you can actually speak to him." My mom says, making my body flood with relief. I talk a bit more to my mom, the both of us catching up, while I also book a flight to Nice for tomorrow. Deciding not to drive this time.

The fact that I was actually supposed to speak to Arthur tomorrow was scaring me more and more. The uncertainty in my mind, my body craving to get it all out. I decided to do the one thing I could come up with. Write a letter to Arthur. I don't know if he'll ever read it, but truth be told it might be the only way to actually calm my nerves right now. I searched through the drawers of my desk, locating a notepad and pen before I could actually start writing somethings down. Just in case he somehow doesn't want to talk to me, and I could still hand him this. Or sneak it into his bag or something like that. I start scribbling on the page without thinking, just letting the words flow out.

Dear Arthur,
Words won't ever be able to describe how sorry I am for hurting you. I should've known that it would. I even think I would be angry when it would've been Lorenzo pursuing Amelie, just because I don't even want to see you hurt. Yet here I am, being the sole reason that you are hurting so extremely much right now.
I know I can say sorry a thousand times, but it probably won't ever make things better. I just want you to know that the both of us never intended to hurt you. We've always wanted to be the first to tell you that something was going on. But the stupid paparazzis made that pretty much impossible. I still hope you appreciate me explaining when we were driving back home to Monaco. I also hope you can forgive the both of us. Especially now that I have asked Amelie to be my girlfriend. I know this won't make things easier to forgive, but please Arthur, know that we are happy.
I completely understand if you need time, no matter how much you need. I just would like to get my brother back. I know I did some unforgivable things, but maybe, just maybe, somewhere in the future you can look past these things? Take as much time as you need, but just think about how much fun we used to have. Just send me a text every once in a while, and I will do the same. Both Amelie and I miss you.
I love you Arthur.
Much love, Charles.