𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ★ charles leclerc

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙭, maisie

❝ i hope you find some peace of mind in this lifetime. ❞
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Oct. 17, 2018

I stare at my phone who seems to be ringing. I mute it before focusing back on the meeting. It starts ringing again.

I turn it over and see my aunts name appear. I'll just call her back later. I mute it once again and look back at Nicolas, who's heading the meeting.

It rings for the third time. Can't she get the hint? I'm busy. I'll call her again! I mute it once again and place my phone on the table with a bit of anger in me that George turns and looks at me weirdly.

It stops ringing. Thank goodness.

Or so I thought. I pick the phone up this time and stand up. "I'm so sorry. I have to take this." I excuse myself, before walking out of the meeting room.

I pace out in the hall that is separated from the room by a glass wall. "Hey Linda. I'm kind of in an important meeting so I'll just call you back in half an hour." I answer and immediately speak.

"Maisie, wait." Her voice is dry. Aunt Linda's voice is probably the most exciting I know for a forty year old. Something's gotta be wrong.

"What is it?" I ask, concerned.

"I- Um. It's..." She mumbles trying to find the words. The woman is an extremely intelligent person. If she isn't finding words, something is more than wrong. "You... you need to come home." She finally manages to say.

"What? Why?" I hold my chest, pacing faster and faster in the two meters I have.

"It's Olive and Mia." She finally speaks again as I wait anxiously.

I feel my body stop itself suddenly. "What— Are they okay? What happened?"

"They're in the hospital, there's been an accident." My heart drops at the last word. An accident? What type of accident? "Olive seems to be stable for now." She reassures slightly but I'm still panicking. "But, Mia... We're not sure. Nothing is clear. They're still operating. It doesn't look good."

I can't speak. I want to. But I can't.

I don't get what is happening.

Am I dreaming? Is this some sort of nightmare?

I open my mouth, trying to say something but what can I say? What is there to say? This can't be happening.

George must've seen me through the glass wall because he's suddenly standing in front of me, holding my arms as he tries to see what's wrong. "I- I'm coming." I finally manage to say some words before hanging up.

"Mais, what's wrong?" George instantly asks when I hang up the other line.

As I try to relax my body, my phone falls from my hands. I almost pass out trying to catch my breath and feel a panic attack coming. "I think..." I start, slowly taking breaths but they're not reaching my lungs. "I think my sister just died."

And when those words come out of my mouth, I don't feel a single thing in my body anymore and it all turns black.

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Now

"About a year ago," I start as Charles sits next to me, holding my hand. I hate this story. I don't like to talk about it.

I stand up, leaving Charles's touch and pace around for a few seconds, trying to gather up the courage to talk. "Yeah, okay." I start up again looking down at him as he waits patiently, giving me time