(listen to the song above while reading this chapter, enjoy <3)
Charles lifts his big, golden trophy he had just gotten from the FIA president. The crowd is incredibly loud and applauds for him.
I stand at the front of a barricade, cameras everywhere around me. I know I am being filmed so I give my best not to cry but I can't help but cry out of happiness. I am so proud of him.
Charles looks into the crowd, his eyes scanning for something. For someone. Then his eyes meet mine and a big smile appears on his face. "For you" he mouths and I smile back at him, completely sobbing now.
After spraying the champagne on Max and drinking some of it himself he jumps off the podium and runs down to the barricades and jumps into his group of mechanics and engineers. Everybody gives him head or shoulder taps and congratulates him.
Then he rushes over to me. I immediately reach for him and his hands find mine. We hug. Infront of all the cameras. It feels like we haven't touched each other in years and I feel safe in his arms. I thought Lewis' arms were the safest I could feel in. But Charles' are another level.
After what he did, I now definitely have forgiven him. As much as I hate myself for being so forgiving I can't other but let him in my life and heart again.
After some time I let go of the hug as I want to see his eyes again. Those eyes, that were full with this wonderful sparkle.
I can feel that he really wants a kiss, but I still can't. And I am thankful he is so understanding with me. "I am so proud of you, sixteen" I say to break the oncoming akward silence.
He still has my hand in his and his thumb slightly brushes my hand up and down. "Thank you for being here today. Thank you so much, Ami" he whispers into my ear as he leans closer.
I get goose pumps at how close we are. I missed his presence. Before he leaves to give interviews he gives me a kiss on the cheek, then he says goodbye.
I forgot how much I missed him. It was only six days we haven't seen each other but it felt like forever. I know we need a real conversation about what had happened and make sure something like that will never happen. Never again.
In the last days I forced myself to not look at Charles' instagram, nor on our What's App chat. I couldn't even look at his profile picture, him in his red Ferrari race car, without crying. I cried because I was so devastated. I thought he was different. But I now know that he really is.
Charles walks over to the cameras but then he turns around again. My eyes are still laid on him as he returns, rushes to me and presses his lips onto my forehead. I am not even noticing what had happened when he bows down to me and tells me again.
"Amélie Roux, i am so thankful to have you in my life. Thank your for being my girlfriend and for always being by my side. I am sorry for every mistake I have done. This win, this trophy is for you, ma princesse." he says, his hands holding my face.
"You are the sun in my life and I cannot imagine my life without you in it. You deserve the whole world and more and I want to give you the best life you could ever dream of. You made me to the luckiest and happiest man in the world. You mean so much to me, to me and my family, ma princesse"
I smile back at him, completely stunned to say a word. Before I can say anything he gets called from a reporter and needs to rush to the interview he had left to come back to me.
I notice the feeling in my stomach. The thousand butterflies that are flying in my tummy. I don't even dare to look into a camera because I know my cheeks are flushed as red as the Ferrari livery itself.
I had now fully forgiven him,
But it feels like the start of a movie I've seen before.
