xvii. email

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TW: panic attack



6th april 2023, afternoon
melbourne, australia



olivia's leg bounced uncontrollably under her desk, she'd been staring at her laptop for almost 15 minutes. her eyes gliding over the words on the screen again and again trying to process them.








www.gmail.com



dear olivia,

this is maria, your mother. i'm reaching out to you in the hope that you'll meet me. i know i haven't been the most present parent in your life, but i want a chance to explain myself. a chance to meet you and get to know the beautiful woman my daughter has become.

i am staying at a motel in melbourne. i hope you'll respond to this and consider meeting me.

with so much love,
your mom








the brunette slowly closed the laptop, trying to take deep breaths but finding it impossible to get any air into her lungs. she gasped letting out a sob.

years. decades! she never heard anything from her mother. her father refused to talk about maria. olivia had no memories of her, it was like she had never existed. yet, here she was, emailing her daughter to set up a meeting.

olivia's brain spiralled with questions, she felt dizzy. how had she gotten her email? why did she want to meet? why now? after all these years of being missing, not even a call or a text. nothing.

olivia managed to get onto her feet, holding the wall as she pulled herself into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. she hand shook as she tipped the glass, the cool drink burning her throat.

"liv?" delara rounded the corner, her eyes met the brunette's red ones. olivia's lip quivered. "oh my god, what's wrong?"

olivia couldn't speak, no words left her mouth except for a loud sob. delara rushed to her friend, wrapping her arms protectively around the brunette as her legs gave out under her.

tears spilled down olivia's cheeks, delara desperately trying to calm her down. "caleb!" she called out still holding a broken olivia.

the australian boy hurried into the kitchen, his eyes widening at the scene. "liv?!" he got onto the floor beside the two girls.

"i need you to call gabriel, right now."

caleb began to nod but stopped when a yelp left the sobbing girl's mouth, "no!"

that's all olivia could say, "no. please no."

the two friends stared helplessly between themselves and the brunette on the floor, "liv, what's going on?"

olivia shook her head violently, taking deep inhales as she tried to calm herself down. her arms grabbed tightly onto delara who rocked her back and forth shushing her.

caleb rubbed the girl's back while guiding her through her breathing. olivia nodded along taking deep breaths.

her body slowly stopped shaking, her sobs quietening, and her breathing coming back to normal. she closed her eyes, trying her best to block out the sounds in her head.

"you should get some rest, liv." caleb patted down her hair, olivia nodded. delara carefully helped her to her room, the pair tucking her into bed.

olivia could barely keep her eyes open, the moment her head hit the pillow she was out like a light. the chaos of her mind draining her mentally and physically.

delara and caleb tip toed out of the room, quietly closing the door behind them. delara sighed massaging her forehead.

"should we tell gabriel?" caleb suggested but the girl beside him shook her head.

"she clearly doesn't want us to tell him..."

"then what are we supposed to do, de? liv hasn't had a panic attack in months and it's never been that bad before!" caleb argued.

"should we tell oscar?"

the pair shared a look. they had picked up that something was wrong between oscar and olivia. the days after the race, before oscar left, the pair had been awkward and distant from one another. it wasn't difficult to tell.

caleb sighed, "maybe... i don't know."








SUNNY SPEAKS
yeah sooooooooo... 😅 how are we feeling abt this one guys?? shorter chapter but it's pretty heavy 😭

okay i need to talk abt mick schumacher bc WHAT THE HECK!! this man decides to drop the HOTTEST pictures ever on summer break and then the fucking SOFT LAUNCH of his relationship on his story??? I THINK I DIED 😭 mic schumacher the man that you are 😮‍💨

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