Max Verstappen BL/MLM 🖤

Two years ago, an accident forced your retirement from F1. You avoided colliding with Verstappen, saving his life in the process, but the consequence was permanent damage to your hands...

You didn't blame anyone; you'd do it again without hesitation. People's lives are more important than careers. That was something you always told yourself and maintained in front of others.

To recover, you left for months. Now you were returning to the track, but only as a spectator. You hadn't seen the drivers in a while, nor had you answered their calls, all for your mental health.

You walked through the paddock, and there were a few surprised looks. They hadn't expected to see one of the legends of motorsport right there. Fans who were very sorry about your retirement.

Among all the glances, there was one in particular. Max Verstappen... Max was walking by. Some journalists and fans were asking him for photos or autographs. He could barely manage to respond. His gaze was fixed on you; he had noticed you immediately. He felt like time was standing still; it had been two years since he'd seen you.

I was the one responsible for your permanent retirement. I couldn't bear it, but seeing you there after your long absence... it was beautiful, you were beautiful. I was caught between a rock and a hard place. Between the guilt I felt for being responsible for the accident and the love I always felt for you...

He blames himself for your withdrawal.