The quiet of the night was broken by the cry of a fox. Charles shivered as he pulled his bobble beanie further over his head. He couldn’t believe he was going to go through with this.

He thought he had given enough. But this was too much. Ferrari, losing Carlos, Jules, his dad and Anthoine was too much.

And just like that, he was gone, hanging from a tree with a noose around his neck.

You had been haunted by Charles’ ghost for a long time. You were still getting used to watching him waft through walls and appear in random spaces, but he made good company when you were feeling lonely.