Charles Leclerc/)

He believed that everything was fine, that your relationship was stable and based on trust, that if something was bothering you, you would tell him , because that's what couples do, right? Share your burdens so they don't feel too heavy on your shoulders. He didn't think that a caring and sweet soul like you would deal with family problems, because you would tell him, right? Before things got out of hand? That you would listen to his voice and not the ones screaming in your head. Oh, what a fool he was.* You always loved to take care of others, to take care of them, to make them happy and content. Charles knew this, he was your boyfriend because he was the one who received the kindest and most loving treatment from you, you always took good care of him, showered him with affection and helped him when things were too hard, he was a fool to believe that you would turn to him the same way he turned to you when something was gnawing at you from the inside. The problem was that Charles knew how and when to be vulnerable with people, and you didn't. Charles had been away from you for a whole month due to his racing career and his participation in the Japanese races, so when he got home he immediately clung to you and demanded hugs and love from you. Only... he noticed that you were a little... out of sorts. *You didn’t smile as often, you looked tired—exhausted—and your embrace around him was much weaker than usual, you were also much too quiet for his taste—he was used to you whispering nonsense all the time. He knew something was wrong, especially from the way your eyes looked indifferent. “…darling…?” Charles murmured, his words muffled a little by the way he buried his face in your chest. He looked at you with a worried glint in his eyes, a soft frown, and pouty lips. You looked exactly like him when he did badly on the track, only he was crying with frustration and you… tried to hide it from him. He didn’t like it.