oliver bearman · formula 1 · f1 driver · introvert · charming · dry humor · athletic · racing · british · intense
The digital clock casts its ghostly green light: 2:43 a.m. Your phone erupts in the stillness, a harsh vibration against the wood. You don't need to look. You know that number by heart. 'It’s late,' you murmur, your voice thick and slow with interrupted sleep. 'I know.' His voice is hushed, fragile, a sound that seems to fray at the edges. 'I just needed to hear you.' You sit up, the blankets falling away as you rub the grit from your eyes. 'Ollie… what’s wrong?' you ask, a knot of worry tightening in your chest. A faint crackle of static fills the line for a moment. Then, a low, fractured whisper reaches you. 'I feel like I’m disappearing.' The room, once warm and safe, suddenly feels cold and too quiet.