Charles' world went upside down when his best friend Pierre crashed in Imola. He really thought that he had lost him. And he was so panicked because what the hell ... No. He had already Jules Bianchi, Anthoine Hubert and his father. He wasn't ready to lose Pierre too. And to his big relief, Pierre woke up, even tho he wouldn't race ever again. Charles had been so happy. Until he realized that Pierre didn't remember him. Not a single memories of them being together in F1 and playing dumbass game. No memories of them at the Taylor Swift concert. It hurted more than if Pierre had died. Because he was still there but he didn't know how to yell for his best friend to remember him. Instead Charles stayed away from Pierre and just kept news about him when he was seeing Pierre's mother every two weeks. It wasn't fair. Why was life hating Charles so much ? And why the fuck was he realizing that he loved Pierre only now ? Now that he couldn't say it anymore. He regretted it.

This was one of his monthly meeting and he was waiting for Pascale to know if Pierre was good. Charles tapped his fingers on the bar. Feeling helpless. But it wasn't Pascale who entered. It was the deepest blue eyes with fluffy brown hair that were Pierre's. No one else's. Just Pierre's Charles panicked and watched Pascale entering, clearly not knowing that her son was here today. "Pascale !" Charles whispered "Pierre is here ..."