arezoo | charles leclerc

the third.

to charles leclerc:

dear charles,

we were both obsessed with work, although i was definitely verging on being the workaholic in this relationship. i still remember all the times i would literally be passed out in front of my laptop, working out the copyright laws for my art and what not, my documents sprawled out around me with drool coming out of my mouth. and then in the morning i would be confused to find myself in our bed, comfortably beside you.

the fairy lights around my office desk would be turned off and the natural light would be seeping through the curtains in our room. you look fresh, as if you had taken a shower just before you slept. i had promised you i would be awake to pick you up from the airport from whichever race you were returning from. you must have come home, tired, and thought it would do me good to have a proper sleep. i never realised you got home.

and, i remember waking up, seeing the peaceful look on your face, and finally understanding what it means when they say beauty is in the eye of the beholder because in between the tousled sheets and messy hair, you looked like an angel. the faint freckles were an added bonus across your cheeks.

my fathers words would always come back to me in those times, telling me i should have found an iranian man instead since they cared more about the values in my culture. i had always fought with him about it, telling them that there was not a man on earth who could treat me better than you, charles. i sit opposite him now on the dining table, and can't reach his eyes. i guess shame and humiliation is more significant in my culture.

and when we used to fall asleep to the sound of each others voices, waking up to finding out that you had never ended the call when you were away for your races.

every night i sleep, the memories and thoughts consume me, duelling with me in both my dreams and nightmares. every bad is countered with the good, every scream is dealt with a kiss.

God it makes me sick how in love we were. surely it must have meant something to you.

but now it doesn't feel like it. feels like it was nothing at all.

love,

lena.

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if this looks similar to my toni kroos book then mind your business 😭 i literally based this entire thing on that !

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