Long Haul
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  • Reads 178
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  • Parts 7
  • Time 1h 40m
Ongoing, First published Feb 19, 2023
Mature
She let him in from the moment they met. She never let anyone new in her life apart from those she grew up with. She felt a connection with him like she never felt with anyone else. He was the love of her life, and it took so long to realise. It was him, it was always him. 

He was introduced to her by a friend, and from the moment he saw her, he knew that she was all he needed in his life. She was the love of his life, his person. He felt so much for her even when he was with other people, and it was hell for him. 

They promised each other that they were in it for the long haul. But that promise, along with the feelings they had for each other and the lives they lived, created friction, tension, fights, pushing each other away. They don't know if they're going to survive.
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IL PREDESTINATO | Charles Leclerc |

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Sticking around was never her intention. She just wanted to watch one race and the people around her made everything in their power to keep her there. The upside down came into her life once she accepted that job offer and started traveling around the world along with the Formula 1 teams. And it was not because the sport had its way of sucking you deep in its hellhole and bleeding you dry. It was all because of him. Because of his green eyes and his cute dimples she tried so hard to ignore and forget. "Will you stay if I tell you I love you?" she asked, her voice low and weak. He approached her and brought his hands to her cheeks. He wiped her tears with his thumbs as he held her face into his hands. "No, mon cœur. You're scared to love me, and hearing you say those words won't make me stay because I know they're not true. " (The story is a product of fiction.)