purple haze | logan sargeant

⤳ xiii. 𝘪'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

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alright loves, new chapter, there wont be too many chapters, i'm going to say maybe 2 more chapters at max 3 and an epilogue. 

but i'm going to wrap it up well and neatly

hope you enjoy it

x Vi

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*✎ᝰ. thirteen
𝘪'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

Logan sat in the back seat of the team car as they sped through the streets of Montreal, on their way to the hotel after having just arrived. It had been three weeks since the leak — three weeks of trying to focus on racing while he knew Zoya was falling apart at home.

He stared at his phone, scrolling through the messages from his mother. She had been checking in on Zoya every other day since Logan had asked her to, but each update gnawed at his stomach a little more.

MOM: Zoya's not doing great, sweetheart. She's putting on a brave face, but I can tell.

He had read that text a dozen times, each word leaving him feeling more helpless. He hated that he wasn't home, hated that she was going through this alone while he was halfway across the world, racing from one circuit to the next.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

When their relationship had first been exposed, Logan didn't think it would get this bad. He wasn't one of the most popular drivers, and Zoya wasn't some high-profile celebrity, sure she was a blogger but not that big that the scrutiny should have been this bad. Yet somehow, f1twt had latched onto their private moments, dissecting every detail of their relationship until there was nothing left but invasive questions and hurtful assumptions.