𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚 𝙁𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙 - Charles Leclerc (CL16) [Book 1]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢-𝚜𝚒𝚡

Raegan is back in Monaco after her Dubai break with Lando, whilst he is on a post-season ski trip with 'the boys'. His words, not mine. She rang my doorbell this morning picking me up for some spontaneous last-minute Christmas shopping.

The last few weeks have been a horror. I only left my apartment to go to the bakery. Uber Eats and rom-com movies were my best friend.

As soon as I got home from work, I closed my curtains and curled up on the sofa in my pyjamas. Charles and I didn't even really break up, because you can't break up if you didn't date, right? But I have honestly never felt worse. I thought I was miserable after D cheated on me but this one hits different. I am truly suffering.

Charles tried to call me a few more times and a few messages popped up on my phone, but I couldn't bring myself to answer him.

"What do you think of these?" Raegan's voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

"Hm?" I ask confused. My eyes turn away from the giant poster with Charles' face on it and I turn my attention to my best friend. Why do we always have to end up at the APM Monaco store?

Raegan looks at me sympathetically as she holds up two pairs of earrings. "Which one do you like better? I prefer the right one. Flo will love them."

"Yes, the right ones are really beautiful." I force a smile.

Whilst Raegan pays at the counter, I continue to look around the store. Charles' face is everywhere, I feel like crying, screaming or both.

"Shall we go get something to eat? I'm starving." Thankful for the distraction, I link arms with her and we leisurely walk towards 'Le Grill' for lunch.

We get a table in a quiet corner and as soon as I sit down I realise how exhausted I actually am. Two weeks of heartache really wears you down.

We order our food and as the waiter leaves our table I feel Raegan's eyes on me.

"You don't look too good at all," Her voice is warm and tears immediately well up in my eyes again.

"I don't really feel good to be honest," I croak.

"Have you spoken to him?"

I shake my head, making my friend sigh.

"You know he feels really shit too? He was in a bad mood the rest of the weekend and stayed away from everyone. Even from Pierre, that has to mean something. Do you really think your decision was the right one? You're both feeling so bad."

"I don't even know," I admit in a whisper.

"Maybe you should talk to each other again." she suggests.

I shake my head. "That wouldn't change anything. Charles and I will never be more than friends. We have completely different ideas about a relationship and..."

"Liana, that's bullshit and you know it full well." she interrupts me.

I shrug my shoulders, glad that the waiter has just arrived with our food.

If I'm honest, I don't know anything anymore.

As I dig into my food, Raegan tells me about her Christmas plans. Even though I've heard about it at least 100 times already, I'm grateful for the distraction.

"...When are you flying to Italy to see your family?"

"Next week. If I'm honest, I'm even a little excited. Away from Monaco and away from Charles, at least for a while."

Instead of giving me an answer, Raegan reaches for my hand and squeezes it.

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After lunch, Raegan and I drive back to my apartment, when she walked through the door I had the feeling for a brief moment that she was having a heart attack.