one shots | formula one

max verstappen | remebering

PROMPT: „It hurts so much."
A/N: It's got a bit sad.

Max is driving in todays race so aggressive and unfocused, like never before. In every turn he came to wide or brake to late and his times were miserable. „Max, you need to handle the car more gently.", the ingenieur of the dutchman told him over the radio. He didn't answered, just a little angry humble was to hear. With a frown on his face the ingenieur locked over to Christian, who also followed Max race with an concerned expression.

After some laps, where Max didn't got more gently with the car. He drove into a turn and on the excite the dutchman began to struggle and nearly crashed the car, because he spun. „Fucking damn it!", he yelled, but to the end the voice of Max began to break. As he continued to drive his breath was getting shaky and his eyes watery.
„Max? Is everything okay?", Maxs ingenieur asked and watched how his driver slowed down and got overtake from some cars. With an thoughtful look, Christian looked at the date of the day and now realized what was going on. „Y-eah.", Max stumbled and you can hear he was on the edge of crying. „Come in the box.", Christian now said to him, knowing exactly why Max is today like that and didn't want to stress him any more.

When the dutchman stopped before the garage and got pushed in, what meant they give up there race, Christian got up from his seat and walked over to his driver, who already jumped out of his car. His whole body shook and he had to hold onto his car, to not break down any minute. Normally he could shot out everything, while he was driving, but today he had to think about everything what happened. Every memorie which had to do something with that day came to his mind and slowly broke his walls down. With shaky hands he opened his helmet and undress himself from it, finally could breath more.

Again he hold, now with both hands, onto his car and bite in his bottom lip, to not cry. After some minuets he felt an hand on his shoulder and didn't had to look up, because he knew it was his team principal. „It's okay.", Christian softly said and rubbed the back of Max. The dutchman let out a small sob and squinted his eyes. „It hurts so much.", he let out between two sobs, „I can't without her."
Slowly Christian pulled his driver into his arms and Max started to cry. Heartbreaking sobs were to hear from Max and he shaked on the hole body. After some minutes he stoped to sob, but his tears still ran down his cheeks. „Go into your room and calm down a bit, okay?", Christian said and Max slightly nod, before he turn around and walked truth the back of the garage. Before the door he stoped and tried to stop his tears but nothing helped, so he just looked down onto the ground, while walking out to the paddock. On the way to the hospitality stood many photographer and Max just walked fast truth the door.

He took a deep breath when the doors closed behind him and walked the last few meters to his room, there he also closed the door. Max let himself fall onto the small couch. Softly he took the Picture from his table, which stands there every weekend. A small smile came onto his lips, while still tears covered his cheeks. With his thumb he drove over the picture, where she smiled happy into the camera. An trophy in her hands, that he won, and Max gave her a kiss on her cheek. This was one of the last pictures they took together, before she lost her life.

He lost his love, his life and he didn't know how to manag that feeling. He feel empty and lonely, even when he would be in a room full of people.