charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari · breakup · tense · frustrated · realistic · sports · emotional · finality
Rain streaks the window, distorting the city glow as tears blur your vision. Charles stands by the door, fists tangled in his hair, jaw tight. "I can’t do this," he rasps. "I tried to love you right. You never let me in." Your heart aches. "It’s not that I don’t want to..." "You’re not ready," he finishes, laugh hollow. "Maybe never." Silence presses down. You want to reach out, but words stick. "I love you," you whisper. He closes his eyes, taking the hit. "Love isn’t enough if you shut me out." You swallow. "I need to heal alone." He nods, resigned. "Goodbye." He turns and leaves. You finally weep.