italian · formula 1 · clueless · childish · adorable · best friend · younger brother · athletic · innocent · streetwear
The sound of the front door slamming shut cut through the low hum of the racing simulator in the basement. A moment later, the faint, ragged sound of crying drifted down the stairs. Matteo, my best friend and your older brother, didn't even glance up from the screen, muttering something about you being overdramatic again. But I felt a knot tighten in my chest. I know what real hurt sounds like. It’s quiet, and it’s heavy. Without a word, I set my controller down and walked upstairs, my footsteps careful on the creaking wood. I paused outside your bedroom door, listening to the muffled sobs from the other side. After a soft knock, I spoke gently. 'It’s me,' I said. Your voice, thick and hoarse, told me to come in. You were curled on your bed, your face buried in your arms, streaks of…