𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ★ charles leclerc

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙚, maisie

❝ now you gon' be with me for the last ride. ❞
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Chinese GP
- 1st: Lewis Hamilton
- 2nd: Maisie Mikati
- 3rd: Sebastian Vettel
- 5th: Charles Leclerc

Azerbaijan GP
- 1st: Maisie Mikati
- 2nd: Lewis Hamilton
- 3rd: Sebastian Vettel
- 5th: Charles Leclerc

Spanish GP
- 1st: Lewis Hamilton
- 2nd: Maisie Mikati
- 3rd: Max Verstappen
- 5th: Charles Leclerc

Monaco GP
- 1st: Lewis Hamilton
- 2nd: Sebastian Vettel
- 3rd: Maisie Mikati
- DNF: Charles Leclerc

Canadian GP
- 1st: Lewis Hamilton
- 2nd: Sebastian Vettel
- 3rd: Charles Leclerc
- 4th: Maisie Mikati

French GP
- 1st: Lewis Hamilton
- 2nd: Maisie Mikati
- 3rd: Charles Leclerc

Austrian GP
- 1st: Max Verstappen
- 2nd: Charles Leclerc
- 3rd: Maisie Mikati

British GP
- 1st: Lewis Hamilton
- 2nd: Maisie Mikati
- 3rd: Charles Leclerc

German GP
- 1st: Max Verstappen
- 2nd: Sebastian Vettel
- 3rd: Daniil Kvyat
- DNF: Charles Leclerc & Maisie Mikati

Hungarian GP
- 1st: Lewis Hamilton
- 2nd: Max Verstappen
- 3rd: Sebastian Vettel
- 4th: Charles Leclerc
    - 8th: Maisie Mikati

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"Last race before the summer break, how are you feeling? The interviewer begins.

"Obviously the last two races haven't been my cup of tea, but I'm confident this weekend. The car feels good, I love this track. We're ready." I answer as I stand outside, answering a couple questions from interviewers.

The questions are rolling as usual, how I'm feeling about the car, tire management, how we'll handle strategy for the race.

As I'm talking, I suddenly hear something, commotion behind the interviewer. At first, I think it's just background noise, part of the usual hustle at the track, but then I catch a glimpse of movement on the TV screen behind him.

My attention shifts, just for a second, and I see it, a car spinning, debris flying across the track. That was huge.

I trail off mid-sentence, my words lost because my focus has completely shifted to what's happening on the screen.

A massive crash is right there in front of us, but I'm not on the track, I'm watching it, like everyone else, from a distance, a feeling I'm no longer used to.

For a moment, I'm just staring. The interviewer notices too, but I'm not really aware of him anymore. My eyes are glued to the crash.

I can see the cars involved but can't even tell who it is, only that it looks bad. There's smoke, there's wreckage, and the sight of it makes my stomach drop.

"Damn it, I hope they're okay." There's a tension in my voice I can't hide and I'm trying to process what I'm seeing.

I'm locked in on the TV now, hoping to catch a glimpse of movement, of someone climbing out of their car. That's what I need to see, to know they're okay, to have some kind of reassurance.