Invisible string is a story about Angelys Diaz, a model disillusioned by her glamorous life, and Franco Colapinto, an F1 driver seeking something real. Their unexpected connection reveals the power of authenticity and the invisible ties that can pul...
"The people closest to your heart are the ones who can hurt you the most—not because they want to, but because you've given them the power to."
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The days after the argument are a blur for Angelys. She buries herself in work—photo shoots, interviews, and public appearances—hoping the chaos will drown out the ache in her chest. But every time her phone buzzes, her heart skips, only to be let down when it isn't him.
Franco, meanwhile, pours himself into his training. On the surface, it looks like focus, but his mind is elsewhere. The moment he steps off the simulator, he glances at his phone, scrolling through their last texts before locking the screen with a frustrated sigh. The words, "Maybe this is where we end," hang over him like a cloud.
Rumors about Angelys and Damien intensify. A new article surfaces, speculating about a "secret getaway" they never took. Franco's friends try to reassure him, but the photos—carefully timed and cropped—keep triggering the sting of betrayal.
One night, unable to sleep, Franco finally breaks the silence. He sends a simple text: "I need to know the truth. Not from the headlines. From you."
Angelys stares at the message for what feels like forever. She could tell him Damien means nothing to her, but deep down, she knows it's not about Damien—it's about everything they haven't said to each other.
They meet at a quiet corner of a park in Paris, the city muffled by a gray sky. Neither speaks at first. Franco's jaw is tight, and Angelys can feel the weight of everything left unsaid between them.
Finally, she breaks the silence. "The rumors aren't true, Franco. Damien's just a friend." Her voice wavers, but her eyes stay locked on his. "But if that's all it took to shake us, then maybe..." She pauses, swallowing the lump in her throat. "Maybe you were right. Maybe this is where we end."
Franco looks away, his expression unreadable. "It's not just the rumors, Angelys. It's everything. It's feeling like I'm chasing someone who's already gone."
Her voice cracks as she replies, "Do you think it's easy for me? Letting someone get close? Do you know how terrifying it is to let someone in, knowing they could walk away?"
The tension between them snaps as Franco takes a step closer, his voice low but raw. "I didn't walk away. You pushed me out."
The chapter ends with them standing in the rain, silence stretching between them. Neither knows what to say, and as the first drops begin to fall, Angelys turns and walks away, leaving Franco staring after her.
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The rain grew heavier as Angelys walked away, her coat offering little protection against the cold drops sliding down her neck. She didn't dare turn back—not because she was afraid Franco wouldn't follow, but because she knew he wouldn't.
Every step away felt like a part of her was breaking, splintering off into the cracks that had been forming between them for weeks. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and for a moment, she thought it might be Franco. Her heart lurched. But when she pulled it out, the screen lit up with Damien's name.
She declined the call without hesitation and shoved the phone back into her pocket. Damien had been nothing but kind, but even his presence now felt like gasoline on a fire she couldn't control.
Franco stood frozen in the rain long after Angelys disappeared down the street. His fists clenched at his sides as he replayed her words: "Maybe you were right. Maybe this is where we end." It wasn't what he wanted, but maybe it was the truth.
He thought back to the early days with her, the late-night conversations, the stolen moments of vulnerability she rarely showed anyone. That Angelys—the one who let him see her cracks—felt like a ghost now.
By the time he got back to his car, he was soaked through. The sound of the rain drumming against the roof as he sat in the driver's seat was almost deafening. For a moment, he considered calling her, telling her he hadn't meant it, that he didn't want to give up.
Instead, he drove aimlessly, the city lights blurring past.
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Back in her apartment, Angelys sat by the window, staring at the city below. Her thoughts drifted to the conversation, to the hurt in Franco's voice, and to the way her chest tightened every time she imagined life without him.
She picked up her phone again, hovering over his name in her messages. Her thumb hesitated before typing:
"I didn't mean for it to be like this."
But she didn't hit send. Instead, she deleted the message, tossing her phone onto the couch as her vision blurred with tears.
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The next morning, both of them woke to headlines that made their hearts sink.
"Damien and Angelys: Secret Romance Confirmed?"
The headline was accompanied by a photo of Angelys stepping out of a car the night before—a car Damien had been photographed driving hours earlier. The story stitched together pieces of fiction and coincidence, turning them into a narrative neither of them wanted.
Franco's phone lit up with texts from friends and teammates, but he ignored them all. Instead, he stared at the article, his stomach twisting as he imagined how easily people would believe it.
Across the city, Angelys sat in front of her makeup mirror, staring at the same article. She felt sick.
She wanted to explain—to Franco, to the world—but she didn't even know where to start.
The chapter ends with both of them staring at their phones, unsure of how to bridge the growing chasm between them.
