❝ there isn't a word to describe how much i hate you ❞
❝ would it help you find one if i hit you with a dictionary? ❞
✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ- a story in which two rivals are given an ultimatum in order to save their careers while simultaneously fighting for the...
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STANDING IN BETWEEN PIERRE and charles at turn four of spa-francorchamps was tough.
her yellow bouquet of flowers was surrounded by charles and pierre's bundles against the barrier. none of them spoke, instead just eyeing the spot as if the tragedy from years ago was still replaying on loop.
isabel remembered it too vividly. she had been staring out at the race while being interviewed when it had happened, and everything pretty much went blank after that. all she remembered was sebastian holding her back from the barrier and the rest was tragic history.
"i love you always," isabel whispered, kissing her fingertips before pressing against the barrier just above the flowers. she then looked at pierre and charles. "i'm going back," she hugged them both before picking up her bike to cycle back to the pitlane.
spa was somber. every year, isabel walked the track either by herself or with charles and pierre in the memory of anthoine. but with every lap, it just reminded her as to why she hated the track so much.
it was complex, she liked that, but changes needed to be made. it wasn't as safe as it should be, especially for drivers in the rest of the formula series that don't have as much experience in the car.
she'd already been talking with the media for most of the morning. they either talked about her late friend or the fact that she's leaving the team at the end of the year, but at least the latter was better than them asking her about anything unrelated to her.
"HEY," MAX'S VOICE STARTLED her as she glanced at the doorway to her driver room.
isabel blinked a few times to snap herself out of her thoughts before giving him a tight-lipped smile. "how did you get in here?" she asked him.
max shut and locked the door behind him before crossing the room to sit down beside her on the couch. "noah snuck me in," he held up his phone. "he said she'd call if i had to escape out the window or something."
isabel chuckled in amusement. she couldn't even be in shock that noah had figured out some of what was going on between her and max because he knew everything. "i see," she turned on her side a little to face him better. "why are you here?"
"because you look sick and tired of the media's bullshit," max shrugged like it was nothing. "and i know you don't wanna be here right now."
"hm," isabel hummed in agreement. "well, it's not like i can just leave."
"sure you can," max stood up and held his hand out to her. "come on, i'll take you somewhere."
she glanced between his hand and his face before taking it and letting him pull her up. "i forgot you grew up here," she mentioned as he let go of her hand.
