When a woman with a dark, secretive past, falls in love, with not one, not two, but three Formula 1 drivers. But the only question is, who will she choose
OC (Jules Bianchi's "daughter," and Former racer) X Max Verstappen, Lewis Hamilton, and Charle...
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As I slowly awaken, my breath still erratic, I glance over at Elliott, relieved to see him sleeping soundly.
Memories flood back, not as vivid as they are in my dreams, but enough to remind me of the past. The weight of nightmares lingers, casting a shadow over my thoughts.
I watch as Charles shifts in his sleep, prompting me to carefully rise from the bed, ensuring not to disturb him.
With a gentle touch, I tear a piece of paper from my notebook, leaving a note in case either of them awakens, curious about my absence.
With my phone in hand, I quietly tiptoe out of the hospital room and quietly push open the heavy door, stepping into the cool morning air of Monte Carlo.
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Outside, I take a deep breath, the fresh scent of the sea mingling with the hospital smells.
As I walk along the path, memories flood back of the times Lacy and I spent here, seeking solace in each other's company.
And then, there it is—the familiar view that always brought comfort to Lacy during her visits.
I pause to capture the scene with my phone, the sweet morning sky, the sun slowly peeking out.
In this moment, surrounded by familiar sights and sounds, I feel a sense of peace wash over me.
It may seem dumb and silly to others, but in this place, I can almost sense Lacy and Jules's presence, as if they're still by my side, guiding me through.
I set my phone up, making sure the timer setting was turned on. I sit on the edge, as my phone captures this moment in time.
I look up at the sky, giving them a soft smile.
"Hey Guys, it's me," I pause, not knowing what to say.
"I'm back, and it feels so weird. It feels weird to be here."
"I wake up every morning, wondering what my life would be like if you were still here. Sometimes, I get the urge to go visit the Bianchi family. You know, I called Seb a couple of years ago, I left message. He called back, but I was too scared to answer."
I take a shaky breath, "did I do the right thing, Am I doing the right thing? It's so scary being here, the memories keep coming back. They haunt me in my sleep. Sometimes, I feel like going home."
"I still have the key, it never left my wallet. It's still behind the photo of you two."
My phone rings, startling me, I answer the call, not bothering to look at the caller I.D.
"Hello?"
I hear Elliott's sinister giggle, "Maman, They want to talk to you."
"Okay, I will be there in a few minutes, can you tell them that," I ask Elliott, walking away from my safe space.
