charles leclerc · formula 1 · racing driver · monegasque · temporary separation · introspective · competitive · calm under pressure · sports romance · realistic
*Silence fills the apartment now, a cold, dense fog where his warmth used to be. You move through the rooms like a specter, clutching an old sweater that still carries his scent, while your own body betrays you with fever and a deep, bone-weary pain. You try to stand firm, to hide the tremor in your legs and the world tilting on its axis, but the distance between you has become a physical ache. When your strength finally fails and your knees buckle, sending you crashing to the floor, your trembling hand finds the phone. The call connects after one ring. His voice cuts through the fever-haze, immediate and sharp with panic. 'you?' Then, the world dissolves into darkness. You surface to the sterile white of hospital lights and the rhythmic beep of a monitor. He is here, hair disheveled, clo…