Today is Charles' birthday. Since we got back from Copenhagen we haven't spoken to each other. Or at least not a lot. A few formalities like "you want a coffee" but nothing more. And yet today we're going to party with family and friends as if nothing had happened. I don't want to go, but I have to.
The party organized by his mom is good. Everyone is happy to see Charles, the food is good, the place beautiful, everything is there to have a good day, at least in theory. Charles is a little pissed off but as soon as he's with his friends it's much better. For my part, I am discreet, although I find myself talking more than half the day with Pascale, Charles's mother. She can tell something's wrong, but she's classy enough not to say anything.
Comes the moment of the cake, everyone absolutely wants to have photos of Charles and me. So I find myself cuddling him when it's been 2 days since we last spoke. After that I try to talk to him, but he is not very receptive.
Emma: Do you like your party?
Charles: Yeah.
Emma: It's been a long time since you've seen your friends, you must be happy to see them again.
Charles: Hmmm.
Emma: And...
Charles: Look, I don't really want to talk to you right now. I want to hang out with my friends and we'll talk about your bullshit later.
He goes straight to his buddies leaving me there, tears welling up in my eyes. I walk pretty quickly to the bathroom and lock myself in to cry. When did our couple become like this? Since when does he rather hurt me than help me with my problems? How could we become so distant? So many unanswered questions swirling around in my head.
I try to come to my senses, dry my tears, touch up my makeup and leave for this party.
***
It is now 2am, Charles' family is gone and now only his friends are left. Charles has been drinking a lot and acts a bit of a jerk. I couldn't drink a single drop, I didn't feel like it. I can't take it anymore, I only want to go home.
Emma: Charles I'm going home I think.
Charles: Are you leaving us already? What are you going to do to make you vomit?
Emma: Charles! Are you serious stop there are all our friends.
Charles: What don't you want them to know that you're completely sick and that you make yourself vomit the poor 3 calories that you eat all that to try to become a model? he said shouting.
Everyone stops and stares at us. Tears well up in my eyes. I pull him by the arm and lead him outside.
Emma: Why did you do this to me? What have I done to you?
Charles: Nothing you just ruined my birthday being your bitch who eats nothing there. I must have been watching you eat something all night.
Emma: You really are a lier, you haven't spent a single second with me.
Charles: Yeah yeah, in short you just have to come home anyway I don't need you.
Emma: You really are a selfish asshole.
Charles: Am I selfish? Look at you. You made me miss a fucking practice session to pick you up in Denmark like a kid because you can't take care of your own ass. I'm going to miss my season because of you.
Emma: I'm sorry next time I'll make sure to die so you won't miss your beloved Formula 1.
Charles: Yeah do that.
Emma: I hate you. And you have formula 1 you can put it very deep.
Charles: Well you know what if you hate me just take your damn things and get out of my house. I don't need a girl who doesn't support me in my sport.
Emma: Because you support me in something maybe? You're a selfish person who wants to be the center of attention.
Charles: Yeah because I'm better than everyone else and I have real dreams not like your stupid modeling.
Emma: You're going too far there really.
Charles: You know what, I'm even going to go further. You and me it's over you can take your stuff and get out.
A torrent of tears run down my cheeks. I pull away and start walking furiously towards what used to be our apartment. I take my suitcase and throw my things in it. Once everything is packed, I get down on the ground and let out a cry of pain. He broke my heart, he broke my self-confidence and just broke me. I hate him more than I've ever hated anyone. I will never forget what he told me. I take my suitcase and slam the door behind once. I order an Uber and leave directly for the airport. I will buy a plane ticket during the trip.
One thing is certain, there is no going back. He and I are over, forever.
* End of volume 1 *
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The encounter of a lifetime - Charles Lerclerc
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