𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗩𝗼𝗹. 𝟭
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Abigail Mathews had always felt in the blurry part of the picture, wondering if, in her work at the Haas F1 Team, anyone would ever really notice her.
But an email, one morning, ca...
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Burned
Silverstone, England, July 2022
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The time also came for the week of the home Grand Prix, Silverstone had always been my favorite circuit, where in my opinion the best overtaking took place. Maybe it was this track that convinced me to love Formula One in this way.
On Thursday I couldn't meet Charles but on Friday morning before free practice, I decided I had enough. Of everything.
I walked briskly from my hotel room to his, which I had found thanks to Pierre Gasly, because the Monegasque had not even deigned to warn me, even that he had arrived.
I knocked hard and decisively on the door, but it was the latter that I missed when Leclerc opened it.
Seeing him was always the same, almost monotonous, my breath was cut off, my legs seemed limp, but above all I missed him. I had missed him in the last few weeks, where it seemed to me that we were not even together.
"What are you doing here?" He asked without meeting my gaze. I was stunned for a few seconds, not even advancing.
"What am I doing here? Charles, are you kidding?" I shouted without holding back, what question was it? We hadn't seen each other for days and you had the courage to ask me? But it bothered me even more that he didn't say a word, he didn't even answer.
"I hope you're joking. We don't spend time together even though we're clearly engaged and you ask me what I'm doing here? You're making me doubt that you really asked me! What the fuck is going on? Answer!" I approached him by making him back and passing the door of the room.
"It doesn't work. We don't work." He replied resolutely, without saying anything else, but he still didn't look at me.
"We don't work? You don't work, Charles, I give everything for you, I risk getting fired for the too many leaves I take, for you. But you wouldn't, you would never risk your place, because it's really the only thing you can care about. And do you dare to say that we aren't working?" This time I tried not to shout, but nervousness had begun to make my voice tremble.
"I don't think I love you, I... I think I'm still in love with Charlotte." At that moment I thought I was going to fall to the floor, or at least, I felt like someone had pushed me, so hard that I crashed to the ground.
When would he have told me if I hadn't decided on my own initiative to talk about it? I thought about it too much, also afraid to know if something had happened between the two.
"What..." I mentally tried to get up, answer, but suddenly I didn't even have the strength to make sounds. I closed my eyes and tried to calm down, but the touch of his hand on my skin forced me to open them wide.
"Don't touch me!" I abruptly moved my arm "You, I..." I said, pointing to us, "You said you loved me, that you were afraid you wouldn't be able to make me happy... You did it. You didn't succeed, Charles." I whispered at the same moment that a tear escaped my eye, but I quickly wiped it away with my fingertips. This time he looked at me, almost wounded, as if it was his right to be so.
