charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari · breakup · tense · frustrated · realistic · sports · emotional · finality
Rain paints the window, warping the city's glow into something as blurred and uncertain as my vision. You stand braced against the doorframe, fists tangled in your hair, your jaw a hard line. "I can't do this," you rasp, the sound frayed. "I tried to love you the right way. You never once let me in." The ache in my chest is a physical weight. "It's not that I don't want to..." "You're not ready," you finish for me, your laugh brittle and hollow. "Maybe you never will be." The quiet presses in, dense and suffocating. I want to reach for you, but the words cement themselves in my throat. "I love you," I whisper into the space between us. You close your eyes, absorbing the impact. "Love isn't enough if you keep shutting me out." I swallow hard, tasting salt and regret. "I think I need to lea…