𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ★ charles leclerc

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙭, maisie

❝ oh, he looks so cute wrapped 'round my finger. ❞
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The only goodbye I'm saying to this time, is grandma and my aunt's family except for Olive and Nour, since they're coming with me to Monza! Including my uncle and Sarah but they've already come five times now so it's not so exciting anymore but always appreciated.

And actually, Olive came once, during the Canadian GP since it was a short flight from Harvard to there and on the team's budget so she was completely in.

It's Nour and Kevin's first Grand Prix though! And their first official trip alone together as a couple. Not bad with free paddock passes and a free first class ticket.

Still can't afford my own jet yet, but it's coming. Some day.

It's Tuesday night, our flight is around 5AM, so the night is long and we're staying at grandma's place all together for our last gathering.

And of course, it is now past 7PM and the electricity is gone for the next two hours at her house. Let's just say it's a Lebanon lack of government and law type of shit.

So we're hanging around with candles all around the house. The official sitting place is on the balcony, but as this is a going away party, there's a feast coming our way.

Grandma, her sister, her daughter so my aunt, and Olive are all gathered in the kitchen cooking us our last Lebanese meal of the summer before we're back to our European roots. Or American, for a certain other one.

We're all enjoying each other's company, telling stories of anything and everything, laughing together, being with each of us for the last time until at least Christmas.

Richard is telling a story now as he sits on a chair, with Paul in his hands, feeding him his bottle while his wife works in the kitchen.

Nour and Kevin aren't here yet, just leaving Kevin's house as they were still packing. Otherwise, my uncle is sitting next to Richard, Sarah on a chair next too.

Sarah's family is also here to tell her a final goodbye, after all, we're all leaving back to our different homes, different countries. Her parents and sister are around, sitting with us.

As Richard keeps going with his story, I silently excuse myself, needing some space. I caress Charles's arm, a silent tell I'm going and he nods with a smile, letting me go.

I stand and sneak out quietly, not interrupting him. I pass by the kitchen, and see the four women, all yelling at each other as each prepares something. I laugh, looking at them. So typical.

I continue my walk and head to the second balcony here. I open the door, cold night air instantly hitting me. I step out and stand there, leaning in on the edge, looking down.

Oh, Beirut, you will be missed.

You can notice parts of the city lightened up, other's not having the luxury of that electricity at this hour. Yet it still full of life.

I literally don't know how to describe it. I can just feel it. Everything in this country is different. I hate it and love it at the same time.

I always say I'd rather have any other passport. Yet, as Gebran Khalil once said, "If Lebanon was not my country, I would have chosen it to be." And right now, I wouldn't trade this shit of a country for another one.