December 31st, 2022
11:58pm
Drunk and stumbling through the streets of Monaco, Charles wondered what there was left to live for. He had never experienced this level of self doubt and hate for himself before. 2022 was one of the worst racing seasons of his life. Empty lies, broken promises, the WDC slipping through his fingers. His dream floating further away from him.
He looked towards the sky as fireworks lit up the night. He took another swig of the bottle of vodka he discreetly slipped out of the club. "Désolé papa" he whispered, ashamed of himself. He tripped on his own two feet, landing face first in a bush. He didn't even have the energy to move, let alone get himself up.
He succumbed to the exhaustion that overtook him until suddenly Charles heard an angelic voice call out to him, was this heaven?
"Hello... Are you okay?"
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Eyes Don't Lie | Charles Leclerc
FanfictionWill Ferrari's golden boy crumble beneath the weight of his own expectations? What happens when the darkest part of your mind, starts to become the most comforting? Will the savior in his life be able to help him, while secretly battling her own pas...
