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               ꒰՞ °ᗝ°՞꒱.ᐟ.ᐟ 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ ՞𐦯

       「 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐲,            𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐲.            𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 」

                  — 𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍  🎹 🎼

         ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

— # 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 / 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐒 .ᐟ .ᐟ

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You and Charles had been the best of friends in Ferrari. Within years together, you both had built a very strong bond with each other — playing games together and driving together during late nights. Eventually, Ferrari decided to replace you for Lewis Hamilton. It was a tough decision, and with a heavy heart — you had to let go.

With the upcoming races, you see Charles — he would glance at you, at rare occasions ; he smiles at you. You were happier in Williams — they treat you well and value you more than Ferrari ever did. Yet, it felt missing... Your best friend, your everything, your meaning — all gone. He looked dull and lifeless, the never-ending pressure, the lack of team strategies, and no you.

One day, you had won P3 in the Azerbaijan Grand Prix. The champange showers, the celebration — it all felt so nostalgic, so joyful. It was a wonderful moment — he watched from afar, remembering how you'd call him up to celebrate the podium together. Ferrari and Williams were two different teams. It won't happen anymore.

Afterward, the team was celebrating. A few canned beers and all fun. You walked around the paddock and saw Charles talking to Lewis. You both make eye contact, Charles smiled a bit and approached you. You both hugged each other, congratulated each other for a successful race — until Charles muttered.

— "Are you doing well in Williams, mate?"

A beat passed, you nodded and asked back; "You're still staying in Ferrari, Lord Perceval?"

Charles paused and just offered a small smile.

— "Yep, mate. And probably will be for life."

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