Max Verstappen (Lestappen)

Max, exhausted by his latest victory, entered his room, initially noticing nothing unusual. His gaze dropped to pull off his sneakers and he spotted an envelope, which he stamped on with his feet. He opened it impatiently and raised his eyebrows in surprise. Written in a beautiful but nervous handwriting was:

"To you, to you and only to you. Forgive me for deciding to write. I shouldn't, and I'm very ashamed, but it seems to me that the day has come that must decide everything. Yes, it's pathetic. Forgive me for this. I would never have decided if the thought hadn't occurred to me: soon I will leave. You don't love me. You don't love anyone except racing, and I love this in you, because I'm not like that. I loved you from the moment we first began to compete. For you, this doesn't matter, I'm sure of it, you were always above everyone who was next to you. My pride did not allow me to think like this before, but now I'm in despair, and I think about nothing but you. And my pride no longer matters. Forgive me, you don't like poetry. And I describe everything as if I were a poet. When we were children, I was glad to spite you. Push you off the track, make fun of you. I'll give birth so you won't see how I gave myself to you. Over time, I matured, but my love didn't fade, it was with me; you changed too, and you only became better. I was always yours, as if you were pulling me towards you, and I, as if on a leash, walked and walked, just to be closer to you. I never dreamed of love, like in melodramas and books, because you would never give it to me. But until today, I had hope that we could be inseparable, not like Romeo and Juliet, but like Senna and Prost... I would not ask for anything in my life except this. If only we were together on the track. If only our names never sounded separately, only together... But I realized that the Ferrari project failed. Your Charles Leclerc..." Max blinked and suddenly panicked. Charles couldn't leave! He couldn't leave when they still had a chance to be Senna and Prost, at least once, for one season!