One Shots | Formula 1

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"I don't wanna be alone"- Inspired by Desperado by Rihanna.

The warm hues of the setting sun painted the sky in a canvas of pinks and oranges as Charles and I sped down the winding road in his vintage Chevrolet Monte Carlo. The rhythmic hum of the engine beneath us seemed to echo the unspoken words between us, filling the air with a comforting warmth. It was one of those magical evenings, where the world slowed down, and the only thing that mattered was the road stretching out in front of us.

Charles Leclerc, my close friend, gripped the steering wheel with a determined focus. The muscles in his jaw were tense, and his stormy eyes stared into the distance. We had embarked on this impromptu road trip because Charles had recently gone through a heart-wrenching breakup. His longtime girlfriend had walked away, leaving him with a void that he couldn't quite fill. He needed this drive to clear his mind, to escape the memories that lingered in every corner of the town we called home.

The vintage car rumbled with each turn, its leather seats embracing us like an old friend. Charles finally broke the silence, his voice a low murmur against the backdrop of the engine's melody. "Thanks for coming with me, I needed this."

I smiled, feeling the weight of his gratitude in the air. "Of course, Charles. Friends stick together, especially during the tough times."

As the miles stretched on, the chatter of our laughter and the occasional passing car were the only sounds that interrupted the quiet solitude of the open road. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows that danced across the asphalt. The air inside the car was charged with a mix of emotions, unspoken confessions, and the undeniable tension of the unknown.

Lost in my thoughts, I stole a glance at Charles. His fingers drummed against the steering wheel, a rhythmic pattern that mirrored the beat of his restless heart. I wondered if the road was healing him, if the miles left behind were carrying away the weight he carried on his shoulders. We were in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by fields bathed in the soft glow of the sun, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of freedom.

With the night sky stretched out above us, speckled with stars, the vintage Monte Carlo came to an unexpected halt. Charles frowned, and I felt a slight pang of concern. The engine sputtered, a mechanical hiccup that brought our journey to a temporary standstill.

"Great," Charles muttered, popping the hood open. He leaned over the engine, hands skillfully navigating the vintage machinery. I joined him, my eyes on the intricate dance of his fingers as he inspected the car. The air crackled with tension, not just from the mechanical issue but from the unspoken emotions hanging between us.

As Charles tinkered with the engine, the silence between us grew heavier. Finally, he sighed, breaking the quiet night air. "You know,  I'm done with romance. Completely done. It's like every time I try, it leaves my heart more hollow."

His words hung in the air, and I nodded in understanding. I had my own scars, my own battles with love that had left me bruised. "I get it, Charles. Sometimes it feels like love only brings pain."

He looked at me, a mixture of sadness and resignation in his eyes. "I wish I could just run away from it all. Find a place where love doesn't exist, where I don't have to feel this emptiness."

I hesitated for a moment, then confessed, "And you would leave me here? I don't wanna be alone. What if we ran away together, Charles? Away from the sights of love, from the heartaches, just two runaways on an endless road."

He met my gaze, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. The vulnerability in his eyes mirrored my own fears and desires. The night held us captive in its tranquil embrace, as if the universe conspired to bring us closer.