Apex | Charles Leclerc

Chapter 79

Double update for tonight hehe

Get ready. I almost cried writing this 😂

Enjoy!

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August 14, 2028 - France

If someone asked me what I loved most about Charles, I wouldn't be able to think of an answer. I can't just pick one. It feels impossible when an endless list of reasons appears in my mind.

I love how much he pays attention to the little things. It doesn't have to concern me exactly. I've seen how he takes note of what the people around him prefer, making sure that he'll remember it in the future.

I love how he'd sometimes deny the food I offer him and say something about Andrea keeping him on a strict diet, but then a few minutes later, he'd be taking a bite during mid-conversation so that I wouldn't notice. But I always notice it.

I love how ambitious he is. With Formula One, there have been race weekends where every possible outcome isn't favorable. It's clear in his eyes that he was disappointed and extremely worn down from the media questions and the hate he'd always get despite the amazing comeback he'll have. He knows that putting up a positive front not only helps him but the team as well.

I love how honest he is even when the words that come out of his mouth aren't easy to the ears. Charles is the type of person who values honesty and isn't afraid to call you out. Sometimes, I wonder how he manages to do it without sounding rude and disrespectful.

I love how he knows the specific coffee drink I order from every cafe as well as what kind depending on the time of day. His habit of preventing me from drinking caffeine during the evenings has come back, even bribing me with a new coffee machine so that I'd stop.

I love how interested he has become in our past life, seeing the signs on my face whenever he does something that could potentially trigger a memory.

I love how soft he becomes when he's vocal about his feelings. You could see it in his eyes. The green color of his irises would brighten just a little bit, his attention solely focused on me. It was like his eyes held a magnetic pull that would soon eradicate any space between us as if there were any left to begin with.

I love his strengths and weaknesses. I love the perfections he has, especially those that only I can witness. I love his flaws and I love how he's not ashamed of them.

I love everything about him and will continue to love whatever changes he experiences.

For someone who has an answer to everything, that is probably the question I will never be able to word properly.

Today was our last day in Marseille before we fly out to Brazil tomorrow. Last night, we were all discussing over dinner that we should go out into the water and it wasn't that difficult for Max to organize a short day trip. Charles was no longer beside me when I woke up, the space on my right clear of him, only leaving the white sheets and the pillow he used. When I sat up, I was surprised to see the French doors leading to the small balcony open and when I shifted, I saw Charles' back facing me.

"What are you doing?" I asked when I stoped near him, pulling one of his shirts over my head.

Charles' head snapped up at the sound of my voice, quickly closing the book he had in his hand. "Good morning." He smiled, standing up from his place on the floor and giving me a kiss. My eyebrows furrowed when he held the book behind him, out of my reach.

"What's going on?" I asked and he continued to smile at me which only confused me anymore. "Don't tell me you've become a bookworm because that hasn't worked despite my efforts to convert you."