ꕮ : 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝟮 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 - A Formula 1 driver, accustomed to the rush of the race, found himself entranced by a different kind of fervour this time - a love ignited by the written word and t...
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𝓘n the pulsating world of speed and adrenaline, amidst the roar of engines and the scent of burning rubber, there was a heart that found an unexpected pace. A Formula 1 driver, accustomed to the rush of the race, found himself entranced by a different kind of fervor—a love ignited by the written word and the gentle strokes of a pen.
In the whirlwind of racetracks and podiums, he received letters, each carefully curated by a captivating fashion designer. The elegance of her words danced like silk on the curves of his soul, painting vivid imagery and tender emotions that he had never felt on the track. The letters were a symphony of desires and dreams, intertwined with threads of admiration and encouragement.
Under the canopy of twinkling stars, immersing himself in her letters. Each word was like a stitch in the fabric of his being, weaving a tapestry of emotions that resonated with the roar of engines in his heart. Her words became his muse, inspiring him to push the limits of his craft, not just on the asphalt, but in the realm of emotions.
Through the ink and parchment, she whispered dreams of elegance and sophistication, a world where speed met style, where finesse was celebrated alongside velocity. In those letters, he glimpsed the beauty of her creativity and the essence of her soul—both delicate and bold.
Weeks became months nd inevitably, years. Seasons shifted like fashion trends, but the connection deepened. He was drawn to the allure of her creativity, her designs mirroring the precision and artistry he sought on the racetrack. She, in turn, was captivated by his determination, the fiery passion that fuelled his pursuit of victory.
But as the days turn into nights, the sun must set and stories must come to an end for the day that seemed so impossible and far fetched was now a reality. The studio eerily quiet at last, her sketchbook left open on a blank page. Wandering through the empty halls of their home, the silence deafening without the sounds of joy. An endless void. Presence lingering in the seams of his racing suit and the unfinished sketches left behind, a haunting reminder of a love that had lost its vibrant heartbeat, a profound and unbearable emptiness. A hollow tree with the sweetest of fruits. A glass heart. A shattered soul. Within it all, a kaleidoscope of beauty, hope and love.
