𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ★ charles leclerc

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚, maisie

❝ i knew to love would be to lose my mind. ❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

Blake just went into the shower. I sit on the balcony of our room, putting my feet up on the hand rail and look down at the view.

It's pretty boring, not much around here other than the desert, but it's peaceful. There's a beach further away yet barely noticeable.

I just breathe in and out the warm air, trying to feel that same peace that's around. But my mind is everything but peaceful.

And it's all completely overtaken by Charles. Plus, the conversation I had with Toto after the incident.

"Tell me what happened out there was purely racing banter." He starts as we enter his mini office for some privacy. He completely ignores the fact that we crashed. That's how important and significant us is.

"It was." I lie. I can't not. Nothing is going to happen. I can promise him that. I don't need to worry him. We already have enough on our plates.

He nods, reassuring himself. We really are a curse to this world. Just looking at Toto's panicked face is enough to know that. "We can't go down that road again. You know how hard it was to beat those allegations." He reminds and I nod in my turn.

How could I forget one of the most painful moment in my life?

"I know, T. Don't worry about it. I'm happy with my boyfriend." I force a smile as I walk closer to him. Toto is someone I never want to disappoint. Without him, I'd be nothing here.

I can't ever let him down.

He sighs, finally relieved. "Good." He smiles, looking at me with his calmness back. "I'm happy for you, kiddo."

I fake a smile as he pulls me into a quick, comforting hug.

If I was questioning me and Charles, I no longer am. Those couple of words from Toto were enough to clear everything up again.

Me and Charles is never going to happen. Ever again.

I can feel whatever I want for the guy, it won't change anything.

I need to keep my distance from him again. Everything was fine until he somehow sneaked back into my
life.

I just need to focus on my priorities. Racing, my family, my friends, and Blake. It's all that should matter to me.

But then, why is all I keep thinking about this stupid Monegasque...?

I lean back on my chair and get my phone out, I need a distraction. I need to talk to my favorite people on this earth.

I press the FaceTime button to my pinned contact and wait for them to answer. A couple seconds pass before, "Hello!" I hear the young girl's voice, yell in excitement as she holds the phone up.

"Clari, 3atine el telephone! (Clari, give me the phone!)" I hear my uncle's voice further behind as his little girl takes control.

"Noooooo!" She nags, looking at me through the screen as she tries to figure out the whole thing. Well, she's still a kid, it is confusing to her.