What was I made for ?..

The home of my heart.

Monaco (Pre season)

The ocean breeze blew over my skin as I walked past the dock, admiring all the boats floating in the water. It was 6:30am and the streets of Monaco slowly started to fill. The morning was cold, the sun peaking through the clouds at every opportunity. Monaco is a place like no other, the scenery, the people and the aura capturing the hearts of anyone who has ever visited. My body feels foreign to this land but my head and heart will always call it home. My soul longs for the days that I spent here, running around watching my father chase me, eating cookie dough ice cream whilst watching the fast cars drive by in the street. Deep down this was my home, he was my home. I really missed him, I wonder if he still lives here? If he walks the streets and reminisces my presences, my laughter, even my tears. Is he ok? Does he know I still visit from time to time?

Once I snap back to reality, I take in my surroundings and see that I am no longer beside the dock, but outside my fathers home. It still looks the same. Well as much as I can remember of it. I shouldn't be here, I know i'm not allowed to be here. How did I even know the way? I need to get out of here, what if somebody is home?.. What if he's home?..

My breath becomes short and heavy, my hearts beginning to race.

Run.

That's all I could do my body was still fighting this internal turmoil, my chest hurt, everything was happening to fast. My heart, My lungs aching in pain as my mind carried my legs to who knows where. I couldn't stop, I couldn't slow down. Nothing would slow down, the streets became a blur, my cheeks started burning from the tears that were fighting to leave my eyes.

Everything had stopped.

I wasn't running anymore, physically or emotionally. My mind and body was at a standstill. All I could feel was someones arms wrapped around my body. The unfamiliar scent of cologne consuming my thought. My breathing had eased, my eyes began to dry. I could once again stand without the support of the stranger. I slowly pushed myself from his tense body. I could see a so many emotions flood his green eyes. He was confused, scared and concerned as his eye scanned my face and body before meeting my eyes once more. His lips parted as if he was about to speak, before he could say a word, another figure appeared.

"Charles". The figure spoke, a strong British accent could be heard. My eyes shifted from the green ones before me. He looked at me confused. A darkness growing in his eyes. "Get off him." he shouted. My body jolted at his sudden words, I stepped back realising the grip I had on the mans arms. I immediately let go.

My lips begin to quiver. "Im sorry... Im really sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going. Im sorry for bumping into your friend here..." I apologise frantically, as I begin to recognise the faces of the two gentlemen stood in front of me. It Charles Leclerc and Lando Norris, they're two of the biggest names in formula one currently and both competitors of my fathers team. I knew these boys, well I knew them as boys. Not that they'd recognise me now its been years since i've seen any of them.. I had once raced against them on karting tracks all over the world. My eyes welled again at this thought and another sorry escaped my lips before I turned around, to walk in the opposite direction of the two men.

Once I reach the end of the street I feel a hand placed on my shoulder. I turn to see Lando in front of me instead of Charles this time. Their positions switching from the one we were in moments ago. "Im sorry." he says with a look of guilt. Lando's eyes scanned my face and body making sure I was ok. Did these boys recognise me as I recognised them or were the both just concerned for my well being.

"Are you ok?" The monegasque asked, now standing besides Lando.

"Im fine, I just got lost in my thoughts" I said, replying to him with a reassuring smile on my lips.

"Are you local? I recognise you from somewhere?" Lando asked rejoining the conversation.

"Me? No... i'm just taking a break from my studies with a few friends here. Only visiting."

"Ah I must have you confused than my apologies. Something about you just feels similar." Lando continues to my surprise.

"Do you know the way to '(Address)'. Ive appeared to have made myself lost" I asked the boys.

"We can walk you if you like? it's not too far?" Charles offered as he pointed in the direction in which i was staying.

"Its fine I wouldn't want to trouble you both, thank you for your help and concern."

Moments later I found myself walking besides both of the drivers to the air bnb which me and my friends had rented.Both of the men had insisted it was no trouble and they were heading that direction anyway. The whole journey was filled with small talk, none of us really sharing any personal details, all three of us wanted to keep our identity hidden. As to the drivers I was just a stranger to them and to me they were just a memory. I couldn't tell them truth even if I had wished too, mother would find out I had been in Monaco and close to my father, they would've told him, word would have got around that Toto's daughter who disappeared 10 years ago, without a word was back.

"This is me." I said turning to face the boys. "Thank you, for all your help." Hugging them getting ready to head my separate way.

"Wait.." Lando said. "We never got your name?"

"My names Mi-... Mila". I Replied sheepishly. Stuttering on my name, wondering if I should've lied to them, but after today I will never see them again. One truth of today wouldn't hurt.