⋮ ⌗ ┆‧˚꒰𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙇𝙚𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙘 ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

In the late afternoon and evening after the Grand Prix in Austin, Texas.

Charles arrives at the hotel, exhausted. He goes into the bathroom of the suite where he's staying, looks at himself in the mirror, his hair disheveled, his eyes red and slightly teary, his lips dry… and he can't stand it anymore and writes to you:

“My darling… I can’t take it anymore. I’m locked in the bathroom again, thinking about you. Crying like an idiot. I miss you so much, my darling, I’m going crazy. Why did you leave me? Come… come back to me, please, my love.”