"T'es la seule qui me paraît spéciale, tous les jours alors."
The café had just closed, but Lewis Hamilton was still there, on the sidewalk, lost in thought. The paddock lights shone in the distance, illuminating the shadows of drivers still discussing the last laps of the race. For him, the world felt blurry. What a crazy idea to love a boy with a vengeful spirit like Max Verstappen! Their rivalry on the track was intense, almost electric, but off the track, he didn't really know where they stood. The roar of engines faded, and in the silence of the night, Lewis found himself alone with his doubts.
Shadows of the Past
The last time they crossed paths, after a particularly heated race in Monaco, Lewis had tried to initiate a conversation, to set up a plan for them to meet outside of the circuits. "We could hang out, Max, just to talk," he had suggested, his voice betraying a nervousness he couldn't hide. Max, with his piercing gaze, had scrutinized him for a moment before looking away, a smirk on his lips, leaving Lewis with a mix of frustration and unfulfilled desire.
Max came from a city where pressure and competition were omnipresent, where adrenaline was a daily grind. Lewis knew that every gesture, every word counted. It was in this context that he waited, watching for any sign, hoping that Max would appear, like a shooting star in the night.
A Game of Manipulation
"I'll be fair play," he repeated to himself, pretending to be indifferent, anger that he didn't truly feel. This, to please Max, who seemed to toy with everyone's emotions. Lewis knew that each time he tried to get closer, Max would shut down a little more. This dynamic fascinated and frustrated him at the same time. He mocked his sulky demeanor, but deep down, every tirade, every flare of words from Max affected him profoundly. When Max lit up a joint, isolating himself for a moment of relaxation after races, Lewis couldn't help but smile, even if it irritated him.
"I'll make you smile, even if I have to fight for it," he thought, his heart aching. Max played the insubordinate role, but Lewis knew that behind that facade lay a world of vulnerability. The rivalry that bound them was a veil, a dance between passion and conflict. "Your smile will be my victory," he promised himself, determined to win his heart.
Solitary Evenings
Evenings were the hardest. After each race, Lewis found himself in that café, watching couples around him, each lost in their own world, while he remained stuck in waiting. Memories of exchanged laughter, of shared glances haunted him. "When will you return?" he whispered as he stared at the horizon, hoping to see Max's face at the corner of the street.
He recalled Max's words that had resonated like a promise and a threat: "One day we will bond, but one night we will part." The races where they fought against each other in a whirlwind of speed and emotion seemed both exhilarating and despairing. The concerts where he performed, with the crowd going wild, felt empty without Max in the audience. "Why do you run away from me?" he lamented inwardly, his heart heavy with regret.
A Turmoil of Emotions
Days stretched on, and Lewis felt increasingly imprisoned by his own thoughts. Max haunted him, and every minute of waiting was a battle. He watched the couples around him, their bursts of laughter, their tender gestures, wondering if they would ever experience such a connection. The beauty of the sky seemed to fade without them, as if their love had the power to illuminate the world. The moments spent together, the laughter shared, he missed it all deeply.
"Other men lack flavor," he realized, reflecting on the unique zest that Max brought to his life. He got lost in the details: the movement of his hair under the helmet, the sparkle in his eyes under the sun, and the confidence with which he drove his car. "I'm really starting to worry about you," he whispered to himself as he gazed at the stars, as the day slowly retreated.
Loyalty Under Pressure
Despite everything, he remained faithful. Out of respect, he had sworn never to look elsewhere. Max was the only star shining in his dark sky, and every attempt to get closer seemed a step backward. Lewis was determined to prove that their connection was special, even though every exchanged smile felt like a challenge.
"You'll throw away my things again, as usual," he thought, aware that Max was like an unpredictable storm. "When will you stop idealizing love?" he had once asked him, exasperated. But Lewis couldn't help but fantasize about a future together, far from quarrels and conflicts. Each moment of distance only amplified his desire to bring Max closer.
An Ultimate Exchange
One evening, at a reception after a race, Lewis felt an urgent need to express his feelings. As he watched Max laughing with other drivers, a melancholy washed over him. Max's laughter, his confident smile, made him both happy and desperate. With a mix of nervousness and determination, he decided to write a letter to Max, a declaration of his thoughts. "Listen, I know you're distant, but I just want you to understand that I'm waiting for you. Even if it hurts, I prefer this pain to the absence."
The last metro passed beneath his feet, rumbling like his heart. "What a crazy idea to love someone you can't subdue," he lamented, watching the lights fade around him. Yet deep down, he knew that this relationship, even tumultuous, was worth it.
An Uncertain Ending
The café had just closed, but Lewis was determined to stay, hoping Max would walk through that door, that he would appear in the light. "I want you, even if you're unpredictable, even if you're a challenge," he thought, his resolve growing.
He remembered a phrase Max had once said: "We love crying as much as laughing, but why did we have to set such a fragile foundation?" Reflecting on their exchanges, Lewis couldn't help but smile despite the sadness. "It will never be easy, but I can't give up on you," he told himself, his determination to fight for their love strengthening.
As he contemplated the stars, he began to think about everything they had been through. Their story was like a race: tight turns, unexpected accelerations, but also moments of pure magic. Lewis stood up, determined to fight, not only on the track but also in the game of love. He was ready to do anything for Max, even if it meant enduring days of solitude.
"If I have to be patient, then I will be," he promised, his heart filled with hope. The stars shone brightly, and he knew that no matter the obstacles, their paths would cross again. He clung to this thought, even in the darkest night, ready to embrace what they could become together.
A Possible Future
As he gazed at the stars, he thought of everything they had gone through. Their journey was like a race: sharp turns, unexpected accelerations, but also moments of pure magic. Lewis stood up, determined to fight, not only on the track but also in the game of love. He was ready to do anything for Max, even if it meant enduring days of solitude.
"If I must wait, then I will," he promised himself, his heart full of hope. The stars shone above, and he knew that no matter what, their paths would intersect again. He held onto this thought, even in the darkest of nights, prepared to embrace whatever they could become together.
*"You're the only one who seems special to me, every day."
A/N
Here a new chapter, inspired once again by one of my favorite song and favorite artist, hope you like it 💕💕
