Me and Charles are teammates, we have way too similar personalities and this causes us to argue very frequently and whenever we did, we both were really cruel to each other.

Silverstone GP. It was almost time to hop in my Ferrari on race day, we both were getting ready on track while our team was preparing our cars and tires for the formation lap. The front row was ours, both of ours Ferraris were there. He came to me smirking, since he was starting first.

“Try to not create a disaster as you always do, just stay behind me ok?” He laughed, he was trying to get under my skin, as always. I scoffed and just put on my helmet and closed the visor, I didn’t want to lose my focus to argue with him.

We did the formation lap and the race started. We didn’t bother each other, I was behind him, that day he was way too fast, so I didn’t even have the chance to go closer. He also looked not as focused as he always was. I noticed that he was constantly looking at his mirror, almost to keep me in check. He did 40 laps like this, more than half of the race was done. I was constantly in the DRS times, always close to him.

At Copse, he saw me coming closer, so he pushed over the limits, he lost control of his car. I saw him going straight and crashing into the barriers. I noticed he didn’t jump out of the car, he wasn’t moving at all. My team didn’t tell me he was okay, they thought I didn’t care, so I didn't know. Red flag. Everything in me screamed to stop, I did. I stopped my car, I removed my helmet and I started crying while running to him, not caring about anything else.

“Charles!” I yelled with all the air in my lungs while running, my scream froze the blood of everybody present, it seemed like a horror movie scream. I was terrified something really bad happened to him.