𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙤𝙪𝙩. NO TRANSLATIONS ALLOWED.

COMPLETED | ❝Somewhere beyond right and wrong, there is a garden. I will meet you there.❞

They say grief comes in six stages. First, it's the initial shock of losing someone you love. Next, it's denial of the fact that they are really, truly gone. This is followed by a wave of anger at not only yourself, but those around you. You can bargain all you want, but nothing can change the past. After all this, you fall into a grey area of depression. It's numb, and it's cold, and it feels like it'll drag on for an eternity... ...But it doesn't, as long as acceptance follows. • this story is going to be sad • possible trigger warning • loosely inspired by 'eleven minutes' by yungblud and halsey • written july '19 •

"I tried to reach you, I can't hide How strong's the feeling when we dive" Mafia & Formula 1/Formula 2 fanfiction

the greek god of erotic love

"SebastianVettel has commented on your post"

She groaned and pushed a finger against his chest. "Don't try to provoke me. You want to know to make fun of me. I am not giving in to a decieving son of a bitch." "Do you even have friends?" "I don't need friends, they make me weak and vulnerable. I find it easier to play if I have nothing to lose." °°°°°°°°°°° Sebastian and Alyona. Alyona and Sebastian. Alyona, the only person that can strike so much fear in Seb's mind. Sebastian, the only person Alyona wishes to vanish in thin air. And then there's Daniel Ricciardo and his stupid dare. • •• •• •• •• •• •• •• •• •• •• •• •• •• •• •• •• •• •• •• •• •• •• •

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