Alexander, Melbourne, March
"Any reason in particular why now felt like the right time?"
Isn't that obvious? He thought.
"That's an excellent question. It just feels it, to be honest. I've won three world championships, might even get another one. I've done what I came here to do. I have a beautiful family, happy memories. Why not take a step back now? Let the young guns have a chance!"
There was a collective chuckle from the press, in that polite sort of way.
"You're still young, Mr Metveyev, what do you see for yourself in the future?"
He paused. Pursed his lips. Smiles. "I'm sure there are a few teams who would love to have me on board as an advisor..."
Elena, Suzuka, November
My shoes were hurting my feet. I had swung around by my arms by every uncle I had, danced on the feet of one too many. I hated parties. I huffed.
Mama found me sitting at an empty table, sipping lemonade through a straw. Hot and bothered, tired and grouchy.
When I was older, I would never go to big crazy parties like this, I'd just say no, just you wait.
"Elesha, come join us outside, the fireworks are about to start!"
Fireworks! I shot up out of my chair, knocking over my drink. Following mom as she snaked through the crowd so we could get a space in the front, goosebumps formed on my arms. We found dad, ruddy cheeked and merry, and found myself sandwiched protectively between them.
I watched the colours explode across the sky, the jet black dotted with greens, golds, blues and reds. The noise was almost too much, but I resisted covering my ears, instead gripped dad's hand tighter, heart beating in time to the beautiful explosion of light. I wondered how dad was feeling. It was all for him, the fireworks, the people, the music, the drinks. I wondered if he felt sad or happy.
When the display finished, the crowd went silent for a mere moment, then ruptured into a carcophony of applause. They chanted dad's name, I watched him turn so he was facing everyone, a hand pressed to his heart, tears glistening. I turned away, I was too tired to join in, excitement waning again.
To the left of me I saw something that made me smile. A young boy, probably only as old as me. Fair skin, blonde hair. I waved at him. I wondered if he wanted to go home too.
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Intertwined
Romance*NO LONGER UPDATING* I do however have another story with the same characters that I'm posting soon ❤ Elena is the daughter of a (fictional) F1 Legend. She meets Sebastian Vettel when they're merely teenagers. How will their story unfold? In the be...
