Melody of death | English Version | Charles Leclerc FF

twenty-six ఌ

At 18:30 I said goodbye to Clodine, grabbed my things and scratched Elmo's head briefly to say goodbye. Full of anticipation for Charles, I left the restaurant and I first noticed outside how stuffy the air inside the building actually was.
I looked around, then I discovered a figure walking towards me. Without difficulty, I recognized him by his way of walking and of course his face beamed kindly towards me. Before I could do or say anything, he just took me in his arms. „Hey."

„Hey." , I inhaled his male scent, which gave me a feeling of security. Before we let go, we started moving. I didn't know where we were going, but that somehow didn't matter, because Charles seemed to know. We walked to the promenade and fit numerous beach shops, cafes and bars while we were immersed in deep conversations. The people who met us greeted, as always, friendly. In the windows of the shops, the sea was reflected to the left of us.

„What was it like for you to let Spoon go back then?" it was about Spoon, the dog I grew up with until I was eleven. I still had the picture of his black fur and the big sloppy ears exactly in my head. He always loved it when you threw him a frisbee or a neon yellow ball. At an insane pace, he always ran to it unchecked and almost rolled over because he had so much force. He was a Labrador, but my parents had to put him to sleep when he was thirteen because he developed a malignant tumor in the abdomen. At some point he didn't eat anything anymore and wasn't motivated to do anything anymore.

„I remember what my last minutes were before my dad trotted through the practice door with him. I stroked his head for a long time, gave him a kiss at the end and said that we would see each other again. I had to cry a little and my siblings too, but my mom held us all in her arms and said that he would have it better where he gets. I still wonder if he suspected what would happen to him..." I finished my story and looked at the sky. Is he there?

„I'm sorry. But believe me, your mom was right. For him it was a salvation," Charles pulled me closer to him and briefly stroked my back. It was good to have him with me. I still miss Spoon. Especially when I'm with Elmo. He is not a replacement for Spoon, but he still gives me the feeling I had with Spoon at the time.

When Charles suddenly kept into a tiny alley and stopped shortly afterwards in front of a house, I took a closer look at its construction. The house was small, just like many houses here. The house wall made of light brown limestone brought over the French flavor and pink and blue flowers hung on the windows. The green shutters were open and a black door that was the only one that looked modern blocked our entrance.

„Nice what?" Charles must have noticed my fascinated looks, because he grinned at me broadly.I see such houses every day here in Monaco, but the smallest part really looks as idyllic as this one.
Charles unlocked the door and after we climbed up the stairs in the stairwell, he unlocked the next one. That was probably his apartment.
"Welcome to my home." Charles waved his hands and only stepped over the hallway after me. I could hardly believe my eyes. The apartment was the definition of perfect.

Right when I entered, I noticed the entrance area, where a wardrobe and a closet were provided. As I walked on, there was a bedroom on the right with a large double bed, cupboards, a window which allowed the golden light of the sun to penetrate, and on the wall hung a picture of him as a child with his first cup in his hand. He beamed proudly into the camera and somehow he still had a lot of resemblance to his former self today. Charles showed me the following bathroom. It was bright and included a shower, a sink, a toilet and a high wooden cabinet. Above the mirror, which was mounted above the sink, a bright LED lamp lit up.
After I had left the bathroom and continued exploring the apartment, the living room greeted me, which seemed like the center of the apartment. It was large, bigger than the bedroom and even had a door leading to a small balcony. In addition to a white sofa, there was also a TV and the chestnut-colored dining table. On the walls were pictures of Charles from his career and a framed Ferrari shirt. All this showed me that he really lives for it, for Formula 1. But one thing immediately caught my attention. It was a white piano that stood on the right of the wall and a black leather stool stood in front of it. I didn't know that Charles was playing the piano.

„You play the piano?" I asked and stopped at the said instrument. Charles came patiently to me and stopped next to me.

„Whenever I need some free head. It helps me to process things that I can't put into words." Charles' profound answer made me think. I understood what he said.

„That's how I feel when I play...", I agreed with him and smiled, because I finally had the feeling that someone else feels exactly the same when he plays the piano.

„You also play the piano?" I didn't miss the surprised undertone in Charles' voice.

"Yes, it's like a therapy. The language I speak with my soul to give meaning to my emotions. It's like a mirror of my soul," I explained and had the melody in my ear that I played last time. A deep melody, but a few times some bright tones...