They Gave You Wings | M. Verstappen one-shot

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   Humans are hosts for their inner demons. The parasites, which fret into your soul and eat it, piece by piece. Usually, you can not see how much hurt the soul is and how much scared about the future is its holder. The inside of a human is such a complicated structure. Psyche has so many planes, which function depending of themselves. Less or more. Human is an individual and unique existence. The gamut of personalities is an infinitie colour palette.

   Watching the sunset in the harbour of Monte Carlo, Max brooded on upcoming beginning of the season. He brushed his wet hair by fingers, last rays of sunshine reflected on the water's drops on his skin. He'd rather to be in this place than gloomy Milton Keynes. Even as piddled down in Great Britain, he could take a sunbath everyday and enjoying the view of sun which is born newly every morning and hides into the ocean in the evening. He loved life in Monaco. In fact, he's got it, because of Red-Bull, therefore he respected his employer. His dreams were for the taking by the hand. He was RBR's treasure, a golden boy. Blonde laid down on the sand with a precious smile on his face. It was everything what he wanted.

- If I didn't know that you have a girlfriend, I would think you fallen in love with someone. - Max opened his ocean-blue eyes and met familiar amber irises and cheeky smiley. - How ya goin' mate? - Verstappen stand up and dusted himself off sand, after that he gave Daniel a five.

- I'm fine. - he answered. - How are you? How is your 'new family'? - he emphasized the last two words, but the Aussie still smiled.

Together, they paced the streets of Monaco and getting to their common apartament complex. Evening was cool, so Max putted a hoodie on his naked torso. Out of the corner of his eyes he observed Daniel, who in the black sweatshirt and ragged jeans merged into the background of the city. Even though he smiled, his vibe seemed to be different. He was calmer than usual.

- I still don't understand. - younger driver began a talk, Daniel sighted heavily. - You wanted to run away from Renault's engines, and then you've signed with them. Seriously, what's going on? - Australian shook his head with sympathy. Sometimes, Max was acting like a child, it was cute though. During the latest two and a half year, he was someone like a younger brother for Dan. Riccardo admired the Dutchman, to be honest. Great talent, but also mixed up kid. - Honda could give a title, which Renault can't. - the smile on Daniel's face changed into sarcastic twist.

- Sometimes...- Aussie sighted. -...our decision aren't made because of our dreams. - Max felt blank. They hit to the staircase. Daniel still rotated back to Max. The Dutchman knew that he stabbed him in the back...

- Dan, I don't wanna...- Max tried to apologised his friend, but Aussie cooled him out but the gesture of hand.

- Doesn't matter...- he turned his face to young Dutchman. Max picked the tears in Aussie's eyes up. - Do you know, what I saw in the Enstone? - twenty one year old boy shook his head. - Something which I've never seen in Red-Bull...by their side I've never felt the love. Good night Max. - he said and went to his apartment. Max stayed alone outside.

'...by their side I've never felt the love.'

   This sentence reflected in his mind. Max spinned nervously in his bed and slipped off the duvet on the floor. He groaned theatrically and stood up to lift the duvet up from panels. Driver laid again on the mattress with hope of peacefully sleep. But, he couldn't stop think about Daniel's words. Maybe he was right. Maybe Red-Bull respected Max more than Daniel...

- I guess...- Max whispered to himself. It doesn't matter, how much love he got from Red-Bull, over the years everyone could see that this team favours the one, better driver. Some facts couldn't be hide by the world, people aren't naive.