Melody of death | English Version | Charles Leclerc FF

twelve

After a calm night and a dreamless sleep, I made my way out of my bed the following morning. If I hadn't gotten up now, my parents would have been worried, asked for explanations and I could pretty well do without that to be honest.
In the bathroom I first got ready and then went down to the kitchen. I got a cup from the shelf above the coffee machine and then made myself a coffee. My parents both sat at the dining table and had breakfast. I was happy that they didn't ask me to sit with them this time. Maybe after all these years they had understood that I would rather do without.
My dad looked through some brochures while my mother wrote down a few appointments. Lost in thoughts, I leaned against the refrigerator and waited for the coffee to be ready.
"Célina, is everything okay?", my mom wanted to know as she saw me thinking. I began to smile. It was more than just honest.
"Of course." I turned around and got my coffee.
"When do you think you'll leave?" - "Ayla is coming on Tuesday and I still need to clean my apartment a bit, so I think I'm gonna leave soon.", I explained as I sat down at the table opposite her.
"Okay. How long does Ayla stay?" My mom threw me a questioningly look and supported her elbows on the table, as she was waiting for me to answer.
"Around a week I think, but she wants to see if she can stay a little longer...", I said before I took a sip of my steaming drink. There is practically nothing I would rather start the day with.
"Oh, how nice. I am glad to hear that!" My mother got up with a smile and put her plate in the dishwasher.

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Around three p.m. I got home and the first thing I was doing was cleaning my home. Through the fact that my apartment was really everything but neat at that moment, I got some stuff so I could clean everything up a bit. After I did what I said, I turned the small guest room into a liveable room. Three hours later I was finally satisfied enough to leave it like that. The beige coloured furniture fitted perfectly with the white walls. And to that I had placed a few plants in the room so everything seemed a bit more alive and green. I thought that this room was more beautiful than my own. Maybe I'll move here after Ayla's departure...? I had to laugh over this thought, it was completely unnecessary and absurd.

Before I could really think about things like that any further, I went in the living room and let myself sink on the couch. It was so silent, so calmly in the following minutes. I just heard the ticking of the clock, which was hanging on the wall, the humming of the fridge in the kitchen... But then, all of a sudden, my phone began to ring and I was torn out of this beautiful silence. The peace was gone, as if it never existed.

I pulled it out from under a pillow and looked at the display. That was the moment when my heart stops beating for a second. Charles. He has written a message to me.

[Hey, its Charles. Would you maybe have a short time on Tuesday afternoon so we can discuss everything for the weekend?]

I tried to gain back the control over myself and the tipped an answer in my phone.

[Of course. Just tell me where and when?]
[Do you know the Café on the Boulevard Larvotto? The one with the red walls?]

I thought for a moment. Yes, I knew the café very well. I was there often with Ayla.

[Yep, that's nice. How about four p.m.?]
I replied and just needed to wait a few seconds to see an answer on my phone.

[That's perfect! See you then.]
I also said goodbye and went offline.
When I laid in bed two hours later and my room was all dark, nobody but Charles buzzed around in my head. I saw his green eyes right in front of mine, how he smiled at me with that kind grin on his lips. I was so confused and overcharged when I thought about seeing him again in two days. And I almost got sick with excitement when I thought about the upcoming weekend. Never before I was attending an F1 race. While most of my family always watched the Monaco Grad Prix, I was never interested in this hype of this sport.
That's why I am afraid. It was pretty like jumping into ice cold water for the first time. After all, I don't know how to act in such a situation, I don't even know any of the rules or something for Qualifying or the race.