𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ★ charles leclerc

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙬𝙤, charles

❝ 'cause now i'm scared that everyone i love will leave me. ❞
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"Can I ask you something?" I shift on the couch and sit straight. I've been watching and listening to her play the piano for the past half hour.

"Yeah, what's up?" She answers, stopping mid note.

"Did you ever talk to your mom again after last time?" She hasn't mentioned her mom once in the past five weeks.

The shivers that appear on her skin at the mention of her mom kind of give away the answer.

She sighs and turns on the chair to face me. "I haven't talked to my mom in eight years." She answers. "I haven't seen my mom in a year." She adds. "And I haven't thought of talking to my mom for eight years. She's dead to me." Woah.

She ignores me, and shifts back to face the piano and continue her playing as if nothing was just discussed.

"Okay, there. Let's slow down." I try to say it in a light way but she doesn't seem to care.

"Slow down? You were fucking there." She spits, not looking at me as she stare at her notes. She's not reading them at all, she's not even thinking about the piano anymore but she's pretending to do so as a distraction. "She didn't reach out once to me ever since."

"How come you saw her last year?"

"Barely a minute. It was Nour's wedding. She gave her congratulations and hurried the fuck out." She mumbles, hitting a random chord on the instrument. "It's not limited to me anymore, by the way." I frown not knowing what that means. She explains further, "She hasn't talked to her brother, my uncle, in five years. Her sister for three. And her own mother in two."

That woman has real psychological problems and really needs to get herself some help. But if she isn't willing to reach out and ask for some, how can they do so?

"You don't ever think about reaching out?" I ask just as she thought I was letting it go.

"No." She doesn't even hesitate. "I've closed that door. What happened, happened. She didn't want me in her life, I won't force her in." She keeps her fingers trailing on the keys.

I let out a breath and stand up. I walk closer and lean on the piano from its side, basically forcing her to look up at me and face me.

"You have no family left." She doesn't. Yes, she has her uncle, but no parents, no siblings, she's got to miss having at least someone.

I could see it in her eyes during Mads and Arthur's birthday lunch. For the part where it went well at least. She adored it, having a real family around. It's like she missed it, craved it.

"You're my family, aren't you?" She reminds me of my own words, mumbling slightly.

"Of course, I am. The best goddamn one you'll ever have." I firmly state. "But don't you miss having around the same and only person that knew your sister and father as much as yourself?"

She freezes, her words barely heard, "She left willingly. They were forced."

"Didn't you tell me your father ran away?" I raise a brow, recalling that day perfectly.