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- Max Verstappen
- Sergio Perez
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#45: „Can I at least tell you my side of the story?"
Warnings: argument
! THIS IS 100% FICTIONAL !
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The sun was setting over the bustling streets of Paris, the city of love, where you and your boyfriend Pierre were currently on vacation, casting a warm glow over the sidewalk cafes and cobblestone alleyways. Him and you sat at a table outside a quaint bistro, their voices rising in frustration as they engaged in a heated argument.
"Pierre, tu ne comprends pas!" You exclaimed, their hands gesturing wildly as you spoke. "You never listen to me!"
Pierre sighed, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. "I'm trying, Y/N, but it's hard when you won't let me get a word in edgewise."
Your eyes flashed with anger. "That's because you never take my feelings into consideration! You always think you know what's best for me, but you never bother to ask!"
Pierre leaned back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to calm his racing thoughts. "Can I at least tell you my side of the story?" he asked, his voice tinged with frustration.
You crossed your arms over your chest, your expression softening slightly. "Fine," you muttered, reluctantly giving in.
Pierre took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before he spoke. "I know I can be stubborn sometimes, but it's only because I care about you," he began, his voice earnest. "I want what's best for you, Y/N. I want to see you happy and fulfilled."
Your resolve wavered as you listened to Pierre's words. "I know you mean well, Pierre, but sometimes you come across as controlling," you admitted, your tone softer now.
Pierre nodded, acknowledging your concerns. "I don't mean to be controlling, Y/N. I just worry about you," he confessed, his voice tinged with vulnerability.
You reached out and took Pierre's hand in yours, your eyes locking in a moment of shared understanding. "I know you do, Pierre, and I appreciate that," you said softly. "But sometimes I need you to trust me to make my own decisions."
Pierre squeezed your hand gently, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I'll try to do better, Y/N. I'll try to trust you more," he promised, his gaze unwavering.
You smiled back at Pierre, a sense of relief washing over you. "Thank you, Pierre," you said, your voice filled with gratitude. "That means a lot to me."
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As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets, Pierre and Y/N sat in comfortable silence, their hands intertwined as they savored the moment of reconciliation. They knew that their journey together would have its ups and downs, but as long as they were willing to listen to each other and communicate openly, they knew they could weather any storm that came their way.
This wasn't your typical argument but still ended cutely. Thank you so much for reading, dont forget to vote and comment! You fav habibi
