Formula One Reader Insert

Daniel Ricciardo; Heartbreak Anniversary.

This is going to be a little bit different with the structure and premise - if you haven't heard this song, I really suggest you do. The song is Heartbreak Anniversary by Giveon and it's PHENOMENAL.
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Balloons are deflated
Guess they look lifeless like me

Yet another birthday party, another wedding, another engagement, another birth went by as she looked around her apartment, a foil balloon once thriving in suspended air now crumpled on the floor as she scoured her surroundings. "Never did I think I would feel like an empty helium balloon, but here we are." She grumbled as she set to clearing up.

Daniel was always the party animal, the person who was the life and soul of any social event - even just drinks with a teammate became a wild night out in the race hosting city. She learned this very quickly after a night out after a Monaco race.

We miss you on your side of the bed, mmm

It had only been eight months since the break up. She woke up with the sun filtering through the curtains, the left hand side of the bed empty and made as her fingers slowly felt the sun warming the covers until her fingers brushed a letter. "I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore. I'll pay to break the lease. From, D." She read out loud as she climbed out the bed, walking around their--her apartment in an attempt to find the author of the note. She immediately messaged her line manager to let her know she would not be attending the race that weekend as she had been struck by a stomach bug, or maybe it was food poisoning, she couldn't remember the excuse at that moment. Within minutes, she has received a text from the Stroll men saying that the pitwall wouldn't be the same without her and they'll visit her hotel room to check on her. She urged them not to in case they fell ill and promised to see them in the factory the following week.

She turned her phone off and just curled up under the plush duvet, his cologne wafting over from his side of the bed as tears broke through the dam and cascaded down her face.

Still got your things here
And they stare at me like souvenirs

Very few remnants of him had been removed from the premises in what seemed to be an uncalculated and late night manoeuvre, now leaving her alone, crying on the floor as she clung to the shirt - his shirt - that she slept in. Texts, calls, emails, social media, all forms of communication wiped out in what for her were mere moments.

She went around the apartment and looked at the photo albums of their lives together, stared at the framed pictures, the trophies, the champagne and sparkling wine bottles that littered the shelves with happier memories. As her (E/C) eyes scanned the shelves, they fell upon a photo of her at a Halloween party dressed up as Daphne and Fred from Scooby-Doo, Max dressed up as Shaggy and Sebastian dressed in poor drag costume as Velma, Kimi forced into an inflatable costume of Scooby. She chuckled at the memory before her heart clenched, knowing that she would never experience another memory with him and those people.

Don't wanna let you out my head

"Honey, you have to delete the photos and pack these boxes at some point." Lily pointed out as Carmen began to work her way through the wardrobe, throwing his items into a black bin bag to travel with her and George to the circuit.

"It's only been two months, Lil." (Y/N) weakly whispered as she sat stock-still on the bed, watching everything being bagged from the wardrobe.

"Sweet, that is long enough sometimes..." Carmen said softly as she stopped for a moment, looking at her friend with such sorrow and, worst of all, pity. "He has moved on, it's time you began to try doing the same."