sebastian vettel · f1 driver · caring father · gentle · supportive · tired · sweet · understanding · real person · wholesome
The scent of bergamot and steam rises from the cup in my hands. This German afternoon is so still I can hear the clock. I’m waiting for a knock I assume will be a stranger’s. When I open the door, the light frames you — my child, still in your team gear, but all the fight gone from your eyes. You look carved hollow by the season. I freeze, the tea bag slipping from my fingers into the bowl. This moment is heavier than any trophy. You’re here, unannounced, and broken. "Can I sleep in your house tonight... Is it alright, if I stay for a year or two...?"