𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ~ | 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 (2)

015 || Sweet lies

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Max Verstappen. 

Max Verstappen. 

Max Verstappen. 

Max Verstappen.

I read the name over and over again, as if by some miracle it might transform into something else, something less painful.

Max.

My Max.

The Max who had promised me to never lie to me, who had sworn that he would never do anything to hurt me. The Max who had held me, loved me, and fixed me. And yet, here I was, staring at the words on the page that proved him to be a liar, a fake... a traitor.

I stared at the letter, as if, by doing so, I could will the words to change. But they didn't.

They remained the same: a cold reminder of the truth that I had been trying so desperately to ignore. I felt as if I had been punched in the gut, the air rushing out of my lungs, leaving me gasping for breath. My heart ached , a dull throb that spread through my entire body, making it impossible to think straight.

I didn't know what to do. I wanted to run, to hide, to escape from the reality of the situation. But I couldn't. I felt as if I were trapped in a nightmare, reliving the worst moments of my life over and over again, powerless to wake up and find myself back in the world before everything went wrong.

My heart ached, a dull, throbbing pain that seemed to spread from my chest to every corner of my body, making it impossible to breathe, to think, to function. It felt as if someone had reached inside me and ripped out my soul, leaving me hollow and empty, unable to feel anything but the sharp, stabbing pain of loss and betrayal.

My heart ached with a pain so sharp and intense that it felt as if it were tearing me in two. Tears welled up in my eyes, spilling down my cheeks, leaving hot trails of betrayal and rage. I wanted to scream, to rage, to tear the letter into a thousand pieces and hurl them at the wall. But I couldn't move. I was frozen in place, my body feeling as if it had been turned to stone.

The world around me seemed to fade away, leaving only the agonizing ache in my chest and the bitter taste of betrayal on my tongue. I couldn't believe that this was real. I felt like I was bleeding out onto the pavement. The one person I had trusted more than anyone else had been the one holding the gun.

Finally, I forced myself to my feet, my legs wobbly and unsteady. I couldn't bear to stay there any longer; I couldn't bear the thought of being so close to where he was. I had to confront him, to make him understand the depth of his betrayal, the pain he had caused. I had to make him see that he had destroyed everything.

With leaden steps, I made my way back to our apartment. My feet were aching by the time I reached the familiar yet foreign-feeling door. I paused for a moment, gathering my courage, before summoning the strength to knock. It seemed to take an eternity for the sound to echo through the hollow space within me, and when Max finally answered, his face a mask of confusion.

"Where have you been?" he asked, his voice betraying a hint of unease. But above all, he sounded genuinely concerned. "You've been gone for hours."

I stared at him, my heart racing, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "I just... needed some air," I managed to choke out. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you."

He frowned, taking a step closer to me. "You're shaking," he said, reaching out to touch my arm. "Are you okay?"

I jerked away from his touch, feeling a fresh wave of pain coursing through me. "I'm fine," I lied. "I just... need some time to myself."