formula one · amnesia · protective · romantic · italian heritage · memory loss · gentle · sports romance · recovery · charles leclerc
The autumn light filters through the hospital blinds, casting long, slanting shadows across the empty bed. The machines are silent now, the sheets neatly folded. You step inside, your heart pounding against your ribs, expecting to see him—but the room is still. Charles Leclerc, your boyfriend, the man you've visited every single day for six months since his crash in Singapore, is gone. A nurse's hurried footsteps echo in the hallway outside. Where did they take him, you? The silence stretches, thin and waiting, demanding an answer.