LEGACY/// FORMULA ONE (3)

SEVENTY TWO

SEVENTY TWO

"Look, I'm not going to put any more pressure on you, and say that you have to win this race, because I know that you know that. No matter what happens, I just want you to try your best."

Lewis Hamilton spoke to his mentee and his little sister, his hands resting on top of her shoulders so that he could squeeze them and give her comfort and his support.

It was the Japanese Grand Prix, and all she had to do was win one more Grand Prix, the problem being that ever since Spa, she had crashed out four times.

She crashed out in Belgium, in Monza, in Singapore and in Russia.

"My best right now, is just getting in to that car."

Larissa Kimi Cohen admitted as she released a deep breath of oxygen from her lungs, running the both of her hands across her tanned face.

The Hamilton man pressed a soft kiss to his sisters temple as her words hit his ears, his hands moving from her shoulders to her waist so that he could give her a hug that he knew that she needed.

He smiled to himself as he noticed that the girl practically melted in to his arms, her own arms lopping around his body so that she could hug him tighter, burying her face in to his shoulder.

"And I'm proud that you are doing that, I know that it's not easy." Lewis reassured her as he hugged her.

"He made everything better and now he's gone, it's like nothing is right anymore." Larissa whispered in a broken voice, her chest burning as her heart ached for the Hubert boy. "When I didn't have him, I had my dad and when I didn't have my dad, I had Anthoine. Now I've lost them both and I don't know what to do."

"You do what you always do, you battle through it, you win and you make them proud." Lewis comforted her, wiping away tears that had escaped from her eyes, with his hands.

"And what if I can't, Lew?" Her voice broke as she spoke, making the heart of the Hamilton break once again.

"You can, because you are a Cohen and you know that Cohen's don't quit." Lewis whispered to the broken girl and he tried to wipe her eyes again, but found that it was failing.

Larissa whispered quietly to herself as she stared down at the shoes of her mentor, making the man smile at what he heard.

"Cohen's don't quit. Cohen's don't quit. Cohen's do not quit."

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"You can't back out of winning now, you know that, right?"

Pierre Gasly smirked as he took a seat beside his best friend and former team mate as she sat on the ground outside of her garage, seeing her slowly lifting her head up so that she could give him a small smile.

He lightly patted his team mates hand as it rested on the top of her knees, of which were brought up to her chest.

"Who says that I'm backing out?"

Larissa Cohen forced her lips in to a smirk so that she could pretend like everything was okay, trying to pretend like she was not completely falling apart.

"Well, you haven't won yet, even though you're the best driver on the grid with the best car." Pierre smiled, wrapping his arm around his best friends shoulders so that he could pull her in to his side and comfort her.

"Hey! Uncle Sebby and Uncle Kimi are on the grid! Don't be so rude, or they won't invite you for the family Christmas Dinner!" Larissa scolded the French boy, lightly smacking his arm which made the boy erupt in to bright and beautiful laughter.