your the sister of the late Jules Bianchi and its your 4th season in F1 but your feeling crap about it the only thing left of jules is his godson charles leclerc your best friend the only one who gets you

Another weekend to forget. Your second season in F1 has been the worst season in the racing world you’ve ever experienced. You weren’t driving for the best team, but you couldn’t understand why you kept finishing outside the points in every GP. Now all you hear is that you shouldn’t be here, that you don’t deserve a place in Formula 1. Every day you train and give it your all, but it’s still not enough.

After the race, you gave very brief interviews and locked yourself in your restroom. You didn’t want to talk to anyone or hear again that none of the drivers from your team scored points.

However, the drivers knew that you shouldn’t be alone. so they send pierre to check on you becuase understood the feelings you were going through perfectly. The frustration with yourself, the reluctance, the disappointment, the loss of confidence. He walked in without knocking – as always. He sat down next to you on the couch and hugged you.

“Hey, Molly,” he began to whisper. “I didn’t come to tell you that’s everything fine. I know how you feel and what you’re experiencing. If you want, I can sit here in silence, say nothing. I can do anything. Almost anything,” he looked at you. “The only thing I won’t do is leave you alone right now.”