FORMULA ONE IMAGINES - REQUESTS CLOSED

CHARLES LECLERC | 2

requested by @bluelittledream

prompt/s;
2. "Wish you were here."

Charles p.o.v

It had been three years since Jules had left the world. It was too soon, he still had so much to give and contribute to Formula One and his sudden death had impacted many, many people.

Y/N and Jules had met when they were teenagers, and they both knew they were meant for each other. He was her person, and she was his.

While the karting went on, Y/N made sure she stuck by me, getting to know me and still to this day I appreciated how hard she tried to get to know my young self. I loved the girl like my own mother, she had been there for me in times when no one could be and for that I ensure she is known as my godmother, even though she wasn't.

I remember the day when they came to watch one of my first races at the karting track, just outside Monaco. They had walked in, hand in hand, bright smiles on their faces. I remember how I felt seeing them, the same smile makes its way onto my face today when I see Y/N today.

I have a photo, of us three at the track, where Jules was sat on top of a railing, Y/N stood in between his legs while he securely wrapped his arms around her like she was the last breathable oxygen on the Earth, while I sat in my kart at their feet, a large smile on my lips.

That photo brings back so many memories, they were the two who cheered loudest, even out on the other side of the track you could hear them yelling and cheering my name "Go Charles! Go Charles!"

To this day I still smile at those memories.

I also remember Y/N and Jules' wedding day like yesterday.
Under the beautiful sunny skies of Monaco, myself as Jules' groomsmen and looking "dapper as ever" as Y/N always says in my suit and tie.

Many people viewed the couple as soulmates, they had found their one true love, like the one you heard of in fairy tales.

I had always wished I would find my Y/N. The girl who was my soulmate, my one.

Jules' death had hit everyone hard, but none harder than Y/N. Though she didn't show much emotion around everyone, I knew she was hurting inside.

I remember after they turned off his machines that kept him breathing and his heart beating, she looked extremely drained, like she hadn't slept in over a week. I knew that she had to appear strong for us all, but I thought she deserved to grieve the loss of her soulmate.

I remember after everyone had left the hospital, Y/N stayed and sat inside his room alone.

I stood in the door-way as she cried and cried and cried beside his lifeless body. The pain it brought me was unbearable and it just wasn't fair.

I walked into the room and over by her side, resting my hand on her shoulder as she looked up, her eyes puffy, nose stuffy and mouth gasping for air as she sobbed. It broke me knowing that one could suffer so much.

Tears brimmed in my eyes as she leaned into my torso, holding the hand I rested on her shoulder. I kneeled down in front of her "Y/N," I began as I rubbed her back soothingly as sobs rocked her now fragile frame.