Charles Leclerc One Shots

Remind me of him

Summary: The strange resemblance between Charles and Jules.

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Jules has long been one of the most influential people in your life. He has always been your protector, and you have always been his little sister, one of his best friends. And when he died, something in you was broken forever, and something died that day.

You never wanted to be involved in a car competition again. Jules' accident traumatized you, and you still dream about his accident, even though eight years have passed.

You remember watching your TV screen while stunned, denying what happened. The images were looping back and forth before your eyes, and the only thing you could hope for was to see him get out of his car.

You remember praying to them, you don't know who, just to make this moment go away and stop. Constantly repeating his name between your lips. You jumped on the plane with his family to join him in Japan. No matter what school or job you're in, only your brother at heart matters to you at this very moment.

You remember on the plane ride watching your videos in the hope that it would awaken it again, the something that had disappeared. It's kind of strange, but you already knew deep down that you'd never see him again.

You wouldn't hear his laughter, or see his smile, or hear his voice calling like a child, or what you do to annoy yourself, or feel his arms around you when you're sad.

He was always the big brother you never had. The best friend who never left. Soul-mate by heart.

So after eight years of avoiding everyone, you ended up accidentally at a party in his presence, Charles. You and Charles are the same age, and he has the same journey, but unlike you, he realizes his dream and the one of Jules.

You've been avoiding the Leclercs for a long time and must admit it to yourself. Seeing them reminds you too much of the one you lost.

So when you saw him walk into your mutual friend's apartment, his hair ruffled, a little three-day beard, and his eyes piercing. You thought you'd see Jules for a quarter of a second. Seeing his face smile at you, lighting up when he sees you.

But this effect, this memory is fading away as quickly as it has appeared, and your heart is fading.

You can feel Charles approaching you. You know he wants to talk to you, after all, that you haven't seen each other in eight years. Unable to face reality, you bury yourself. You don't know why this wound is always open. Why do Jules' memories still haunt you? Maybe because deep down, you know he never should have left right away.

Maybe because he was always the only honest man in your life, and his loss made you relive your first loss, your father, who died in a racing accident.

So, locked in the bedroom on the balcony overlooking the city, you let your tears flow as if they were the first. Seeing Charles again is like saying goodbye to Jules one last time. By avoiding this world, you prevent this tragic destiny from happening again.

You know deep down you can't live like this. That he's gone and that you have to accept that now you're alone in this world. You feel a hand resting on your shoulder and gently turn around. You bury your head in his chest and let your last tears fall on his shirt.

He lulls you for several minutes, waiting for you to calm down, for you to come to your senses. He knows what you saw, and he saw when your eyes crossed his—the sad, cruel truth.

"Charles," You say in a whisper. "It's great to see you again." You add, gently pushing him away so you can look at him.

He doesn't really look like Jules anymore. His face is more square, and his eyebrows are thicker. His body has also changed, and he's bigger and more sturdy.

You stroke his cheeks with your hand, looking at all the details of his face. Wondering how much you missed him over the years.

"I've missed you," he mumbles, kissing the palm of your hand.

With Charles, you were always very close as a child, and in your teenage years, he was your first kiss, your first time, and your first love. There's always been this something between you that you can't explain.

"For a second, when you walk in. I thought you were him." You simply say. Affirming his theory.

And you kissed him. And he kissed you back.

It's like that. Always has been and always will be.