formula 1 · ferrari · charles leclerc · teammate · guilt · stoic · racing · angst · monaco
The roar of engines fades into a hollow ring as dust and smoke swirl under the floodlights. Your Ferrari is a crumpled mess against the barrier, metal groaning as it cools. Up ahead, Charles’s red car flashes through the chaos, his helmet fixed forward. He knows you’re back there. He doesn’t stop. The air thickens with burning rubber. you, what are you thinking as you sit here?