Formula 1 One Shots

She can't be gone, right?

For this one, also, imagine this with your favourite driver. I promise there will be chapters coming with driver-specific stories, I've just been swallowed by my crush and can't think about anyone else but him... So it felt weird to write about drivers while talking to him, lol. (gotta say he looks a little like a mix of Lando and Charles ;), but a lot taller oops.)

I don't know why I told you this, I think I just needed that off my chest... None listens to me a lot in 'real life', so I guess that's why.

That's about it, so:

Happy reading!

I walk into my apartment. It's empty, not with stuff, but with her presence. She was always here, but now all she left was a goodbye note. Suicide note to be specific. I still do not believe she's actually gone, she can't be. I go over her note again, maybe she left clues of where she's staying now. They never found her body, so I'll not give up hope. My phone rings but I don't care to look until it's the third time they've called me. It's the police station.

"Do I speak with sir-"

"Yes you do. Something wrong?"

"We think we found her body, we just need clarification. Do you think you can do it?"

"Can I bring someone with me?"

"Yes."

"Good, be there in 10."

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They take the white blanket over her head off and I recognise her right away. I take some shocking steps back. It's like my whole world stops, not for a moment but for forever. Not like when I first saw her, how my world stopped and started again when we made eye-contact. Knowing the last time we made eye contact was officially the last, knowing she'll never restart my world. The beautiful morning spend in our bed, just before my race. The sun hitting her face for the last time, her smile was brighter than the sun, only because she knew she was finally ending her pain. I rubbed our noses together and whispered 'I have to go, I love you.' Before locking eyes and leaving her for good. I hope it didn't hurt her too much. I know she loved me, so this wasn't the easy way out, it was her only way out.

"It's, it's her. It's her." I stutter and keep taking steps back until I feel my friend's arms around me.

"It's her yes." He confirms the officer.

"She's playing, tell me she's playing dead! Just to fool me."

"I wish, I'm sorry." The officer says quietly, giving me space.

"No. She can't be gone right?" I look at my friend, hoping he'll assure me she's still alive.

"I'm sorry, but she is." My knees go weak and suddenly I'm on the floor, unable to control myself I cry. I let it all go, every tear that has been building up. Every tear kept inside from acting she was still roaming the earth, but that's all it was, an act. Deep down I knew, I knew how terrible she felt. I knew how unhappy the spotlight made her, but I choose to ignore it. I ignored the love of my life for what? An act I can't keep up, not without her. And all I can think about is: She can't be gone, right?