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Epilogue - Sign of the Times

Just stop your crying it’s the sign of the times… Welcome to the final show, I hope you’re wearing your best clothes…

Here it was. The last lap of the 2025 season. Sweat pooled on your forehead as you kept pushing the car to its max. A car similar was right on your tail, and you wanted to keep him that way. You could see the finish line start to get closer. With an inhale and an exhale, you crossed the line with such speed.

“FOR THE SECOND TIME IN HISTORY, THE POINTS WERE EQUALLED BEFORE THE FINAL RACE. IN THE BEGINNING OF THIS RACE, WE THOUGHT THE CHAMPIONSHIP WAS GOING DUTCH ONCE AGAIN, BUT NOT IF Y/N L/N HAS ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT IT. SHE HAS FOUGHT BRILLIANTLY THIS SEASON AND CAN ONLY BE REWARDED WITH ONE THING! Y/N L/N IS CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!”

You can’t bribe the door on your way to the sky… You look pretty good down here, you ain’t really good…

Your eyes flitted around your helmet as you finished your burnouts. Your heart was racing so quickly. Tears were pooling in your eyes. Was this it? Was what they were saying true? You wouldn’t believe it until you got out of the car. The “1” on the board in Parc Ferme seemed to stare at you as you climbed out. You looked at your team, who were all screaming and shaking the barrier.

Like normal, you stood up on the car and raised a hand. Only this time, your pointer finger was out, as if you had counted to one and suddenly stopped. You stepped off the car and kneeled down next to a tyre. Your helmet rested for a moment against the cooling rubber. A hand lightly tugged you up and wrapped you in their arms.

Oh yeah.

You had beaten Max in the last two laps of the race, claiming the P1 spot at the end. The Dutchman was shaking you around, celebrating. But, he had lost.

“KID, KID, YOU DID IT! I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!”

Your eyes were wide as you looked up at him. They quickly turned into half crescents as you smiled at him, starting to jump up and down with him. You never left his arms.

“I’M A WORLD CHAMPION. OH MY GOSH. OH MY GOSH!”

Max let you go as you turned around to jump to the team. You jumped so far in that you took the barrier down with you. Sobs left your lips as everyone wanted to get their hands on their new champion. Hugs, helmet kissed, and pats were tenfold.

Later that evening, your flag was draped around your shoulders as you held your head high for your national anthem. You could remember how you were on this step just one year ago, third place in the championship. However, this year, you stood on that top step as Champion of the World.

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redbullracing for the first time ever, Y/n L/n is Champion of the World!

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y/n.nation OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH 😱

y/n&co LETS GO LETS GO THAT'S MY DRIVER

box_box_express YOUNGEST AND FIRST FEMALE TO WIN THE WDC

y/n.89 I still think I'm dreaming

landonorris in that case bug, I'll GLADLY take the trophy

y/n.89 NO YOU WILL NOT BACK OFF 🤺

lestappenlove I NEVER THOUGHT I'D SEE THIS DAY

If we never learn, we’ve been here before… Why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? The bullets…

“CHARLIE!”

The Monegasque barely had any time to react as your body soon collided with his. He felt as though the wind had been knocked out of him for the second time that night. Your hands were on his shoulders, shaking him widely. It wasn’t long before Max joined you around Charles as well. Max had brought him into a bone crushing hug, while you waited to the side with Arthur, whose tears hadn’t stopped since the second to end lap.

The fireworks in the Abu Dhabi night sky were blood red. The crowds around them mimicked their shine and color in devotion for the driver who stood in the middle of the crowd.

When Max broke the hug, Arthur was the one to take his brother back in his arms. You and Max let the two have their moments. Among your jewelry that you were putting back on after the race was a pretty special ring. The Dutchman’s eyes widened as he saw you slip in onto your left hand’s fourth finger. You smiled up at him and winked. A groan left his lips.

“Has Charles been teaching you how to wink? Or is that a Leclerc special that you pick up if you’re marrying one of them.”

A giggle left your lips as Max’s whining, but it wasn’t long until he gave you a hug. His head rested on top of yours as you just stood there.

For the 2026 season, Lewis and Charles had built a literal fighter jet. There was no way that yours and Max’s cars could ever keep up. With the new regulations, Newey just seemed a bit lost. However, he was understanding them little by little and promised a championship contending car for next year.

But, you couldn’t even be sad about losing to Charles. And you had a feeling that Max felt the same way. The Monegasque deserved it, everything, and a little bit more. Lewis, in the bright red, stood next to him. He wore a proud smile for the teammate that he got so close to in the past two years.

You stepped away from Max and made your way to the Briton. The man opened his arm and let you slip right in. A sigh left your lips as you watched Charles jump into the sea of red, thanking the team for finally loving him the right way.

You sniffed, suddenly getting a bit emotional. And you knew why.

You didn’t look up at Lewis as you spoke quietly.

“You’re retiring right? I can feel it Lew, you don’t have to lie.”

Just stop your crying it’s a sign of the times, We gotta get away from here, we gotta get away from here

Lewis’s chest rose, his breath slightly hitching, letting you know that you were correct. His grip only got tighter around your shoulders. A quiet “yeah” left his lips. You knew how heartbreaking it must have been to see you win in 2025 and then Charles in 2026, never giving Lewis a chance to get his 8th.

“I’m happy though. It’s been a long time coming. Fernando retired last year and has decided to just not come back, I guess it’s finally my time then.”

Tears started to drip out of your eyes. If anyone saw, they might have guessed that you were crying for joy about your friend’s win. But they didn’t know that you’d be crying for your friend’s loss too.

“Don’t cry sweetie. I’ll be around.”

“I’ll miss you Lew.”

“I know kid. I know. But I’m here if you ever need me.”

Fireworks went off again, igniting the sky and bleeding it red.

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y/n.nation WHAT IN TARNATION IS THIS??

rb4ever I THOUGHT I saw a ring on her finger during the post-race interviews!!

maxverstappen1 I will have people know that I was the first to know

charles_leclerc um, excuse me?? Arthur phoned me after 😌

landonorris who do you think took the pictures?? 🤨

olliebearman who do you think he brought to get the ring - I win

formulala_delulu a match made in the stars!!

Just stop your crying it’ll be alright They told me that the end is near, we gotta get away from here Just stop your crying, have the time of your life Breaking through the atmosphere, and things are pretty good from here

The chilled air made goosebumps arise on your arms under your long sleeved dress. You huffed as you stood outside the area, waiting for the signal to start walking. But one person was missing. Your head violently turned left and right, mind getting worried that he was going to miss the cue. When a hand touched your arm, you knee he had finally made it.

“Vito, you were making me sweat, and then you were going to make me cry if you missed this,” you whined out.

The older man rolled his eyes.

“I would never do that to you. And isn’t it bad if you cry on your wedding day?”

A huff left your lips. You wanted to say something snarky, but soft piano music began to fill the area. You knew there was a brilliant white piano being played by a talented world champion right now, urging you to start walking.

Your arm was wrapped around Vito’s bicep as you started walking down the white cloth that had been laid down earlier in the day.

Arthur stood on the opposite end, a nice destination of where you’d end up. Charles smiled softly at the piano as he watched his brother’s exterior start to crumble at the sight of you in your white dress. Quite possibly, tears of his own began to fall on the baby grand.

Christian stood near Arthur and gave the younger man a tissue. Arthur took it with no hesitation. Max stood a next to a little space where Charles would come back to stand once he was done playing.

The Dutchman had been surprised when Arthur had asked him to be a groomsman. The two laughed when Arthur mentioned that if Max didn’t take his offer, you’d make him a bridesmaid and make him wear a dress. Max had never accepted something so quickly. Ollie stood next to Max, also crying at the sight of you. These were his best friends getting married, how was he supposed to stay calm.

After what felt like an eternity to you and Arthur, the two of you were finally back in each other’s arms.

You whispered a “hi” to him as he took your hands.

Arthur just cried a bit more.

The wedding was beautiful. The colors complimented everything so well in the Italian countryside where you and Arthur held the ceremony. Your estate would host the commencement activities. You had Arthur had talked about permanently moving in so that you two could start your new lives together. But, you’d still keep your Monaco house for visits to Max and the family.

Speaking of, your eyes landed on Kelly in the crowd. You wanted her to be in your wedding so much, but the little baby in her arms made if just fine if she couldn’t stand with you. You remember crying when Max asked you to be the godmother of his son, Adriaan Daan Verstappen. Oh well, you’d get baby snuggles later. Max and Kelly’s wedding was planned for the 2028 summer break, hence why your wedding was in December of 2027.

Max was back to being world champion, which was fine with you. You’d let him break his own record and then destroy it later on.

The rest of the 2024 grid were also there, along with a lot of the past F2 boys that loved Arthur as their own.

The vows were read and the ceremony ended shortly after. As you walked back down the aisle, finally known as Mrs. Y/n Leclerc, your eyes landed on an empty seat. A picture of Lorenzo sat there, reminding everyone about the man who loved you more than life itself.

Last night, you had heard Arthur whispering out the window. Tears had welled when you understood his words.

“I know that you love Y/n so much Enzo. I wish that you could have been here to see tomorrow, she looks so beautiful, even if I haven’t seen the dress. I just wanted to let you know that she’s doing ok. I am here to love her so much. I know I can never replace you, but I hope you can rest easier knowing that she finally has people who also love her so much.”

We can meet again somewhere Somewhere far away from here…

Arthur gave you a kiss on your cheek as he led you back down the aisle.

“Hello wife,” he said, gathering you in his arms after you rounded the corner out of sight.

You pressed a kiss to his lips. “Hello husband.”

During the “after party,” you couldn’t stop giggling as you got ready to throw the bouquet. You knew what was going to happen right after, and you made sure to throw it in the direction of the certain bridesmaid.

Charles had asked for your permission for this weeks and advance and you had happily accepted. You threw the bouquet, praying that it went in the right direction. Once you turned around, a smile grew on your lips as you saw that Alex had caught it. And right behind her was Charles on one knee.

You couldn’t wait to gain a sister.

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arthur_leclerc can't wait to spend forever with you 💍

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y/nxarthur wow, I've legit had a front row seat to this entire relationship

maxiel_lover most of the drivers from 2024 where there 🥺

y/n.89 forever is too short

arthur_leclerc I'll love you in every universe and all of eternity

landonorris gag.

charles_leclerc get a fiancé and then we'll listen to you norizz

y/n.89 not on my wedding post please boys

landonorris yes ma'am

y/n.leclerc I will be sobbing forever

We never learn, we been here before Why are we always suck and running from the bullets? The bullets…

You walked into the garage, a smile on your face as you watched Max take pole for the last time in Formula 1. The crew around you cheered once the final times were set. On the wall next to you read the names and years of yours and Max’s championships.

The 2025 was yours, 2026 wasn’t on there, but 2027 to 2030 was all Max. He had finally broken the 7 championship record 2 races ago, winning his beloved 8th World Championship. You would have made him battle it out till the last race, but you couldn’t have done that since the 2028 season. Liam had done a good job in your car, keeping it warm until you could return.

Max stepped into the garage, eyes still full of life at 33 year old. He was practically a baby still if you remember how old Lewis and Fernando were when they retired. His eyes lit up as they landed on you. Before he could say anything, a screech sounded in the garage.

“MAXIE!”

The two-year-old in your arms wiggled until you put her down. Her little legs took her to her favorite godfather, much to Charles’ chagrin of wanting to be the favorite uncle. Except Max didn’t need to know that Ferrari was Lottie’s favorite team. The Leclerc’s love for the Italian Prancing Horse was definitely written in their genetics.

Charlotte Pascale Maxine Leclerc was born almost one year after yours and Arthur’s wedding. The announcement raised some eyebrows and you could see some adults calculating in their heads. But they ignored everything once she was born. Brown hair and bright hazel eyes were surely going to break hearts when she was older. She was a carbon copy of Arthur.

With you getting pregnant, you’d have to miss at least 2 years of Formula 1. You also didn’t want to miss any of her firsts so you announced a semi-permanent retirement for the 2028, 2029, and 2030 seasons. You may have cried when Max said that he was going to retire while you weren’t racing. But, you knew why he was doing it.

Penelope was 11 and Adriaan was 3. Max didn’t want to have to miss any more of their lives that he already had.

The Dutchman bent down to pick the toddler up.

“Hey kid.”

You knew he wasn’t talking to Lottie. You rolled your eyes as you approached him and gave him a hug.

“I’m not a kid anymore Max. I have a kid. So it kind of cancels everything out.”

Max only looked down at you with a smile.

“You’ll always be my kid, no matter what.”

“Sure Maximillian.”

We never learn, we been here before

Max this time did not roll his eyes or comment how that was not his name. He’s played this game before, and he’ll finally let you have it.

“Are you sure I can’t convince you to stay one more season?”

He put a hand on your shoulder.

“I’ll be close by, don’t worry. I told you that I’d be here for all of it. I’m not breaking that promise.”

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y/n.89 Lottie insisted she watch Maxie drive the car with Adriaan 💙

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leclercfam STOP STOP STOP THEY'RE SO CUTIEEEE

rbxferrari I can't believe Lottie is turning 3 this year???

charles_leclerc still the favorite uncle 😚

maxverstappen1 not if Lottie has anything to say about it

charles_leclerc says the man whose son was in Ferrari merch earlier

y/n.89 max I fear Charles wins this time

charles_leclerc HA

maxverstappen1 you win ONE championship and your ego grows by 10 thousand

y/n4ever dare I say I'll miss them all like this?

Why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? The bullets…

“MAX EMILLIAN VERSTAPPEN AND CHARLES MARC HERVE PERCEVAL LECLERC! WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, YOU’RE BOTH DEAD!”

Max and Charles looked over at Arthur with pleading eyes.

“Help us.”

Your husband only looked at them with pity.

“Shouldn’t have waited to tell her. Now she knows because of Instagram.”

Both drivers, er well, a team principal and driver winced at the sound of your footsteps getting closer and closer.

Charles immediately grabbed his son from Alex.

“I have a baby Y/n! You can’t do anything.”

Little Jules Herve Anthoine Leclerc looked up at his dad with big and round, green eyes, making cooing noises at everything, blissfully unaware that his aunt was about to try to kill his father.

“But Max doesn’t!”

Just stop your crying it’s a sign of the times We gotta get away from here, we gotta get away from here

Max slightly paled as he looked around for a child to grab, but Lottie was already in Arthur’s lap by the time you got down the stairs. He winced when you landed on the ground floor. You, Arthur, and Lottie had come to visit after Charles called that Alex had gone into labor. Your family of three hadn’t planned to stay this long, since it had been three weeks, but Lottie had insisted that she wanted to see Maxie, Pen, Adri, and Aunt Kelly.

Your phone showed an Instagram post from Red Bull Racing.

“Should I read this Max or do you just want to tell me?” you raised an eyebrow as you asked. Max winced again. This was the ultimate betrayal.

Arthur, looking at Max with glee, asked you to read it. The Monegasque didn’t react when he felt the Dutchman’s glare on him. You only hummed as you began to read.

“Max Verstappen will officially return to the F1 paddock, not as a driver, but as the Team Principal of Oracle Red Bull Racing.

“We are also delighted to announced that Charles Leclerc will be racing alongside Y/n L/n, as she returns from her retirement in the 2031 season.”

Max tried to give you a smile.

“Surprise?”

You turned to Charles, who tried not to jump due to Jules falling asleep in his arms. Your eyes narrowed.

“I’m going to be champion again this year. You can eat my dust for this.”

Laughter erupted from the small group. Lottie had no clue what was going on, but she crawled off of Arthur lap and demanded that she be held in your arms. Her head rested on your chest as you rocked lightly back and forth. You hadn’t planned to have her so early at 25, but the little girl in your arms was your pride and joy.

She tried to give her best stink eye to her uncle and godfather. She pointed her little finger at them.

“Maman is going to be champion!” her little voice squeaked out.

And Lottie was right.

Maman was going to be champion from 2031 to 2034, adding another four to her one.

Only four more to go.

Stop your crying, baby, it’ll be alright They told me that the end is near, we gotta get away from here

You looked up at Arthur with a smile. The now 36-year-old stood shirtless, with a small baby on his chest. The TV in the hospital room was playing the 2035 Abu Dhabi Grand Prix. Like they had back in 2026, the red fireworks lit up the night.

You knew what was coming after Charles won this year. The promises of retirement hung over his head as you watched another one of your friends leave the sport.

The only ones that remained from your fateful 2024 season were Lando and Oscar (still with McLaren), Logan and Lance (racing together for Aston Martin), George (who raced with Kimi for Mercedes), and then Yuki and Pierre (who found each other again in now back to Torro Rosso).

Daniel retired the year before Max along with Valtteri, Kevin, and Nico.

You looked up at your husband.

“Are you ok if it’s just him and Lottie? I’d like to continue racing until I retire and I don’t think any more kids might be possible after?”

Arthur looked at you with a smile.

“That is more than ok chéri. I think Lottie will just enjoy little Lorenzo Oliver Alessandro Leclerc’s company.”

You peered up at him.

“You do not have to keep saying his full name, you know that right.”

Arthur stepped over to the bed right as Charles was getting out of his car, finally a second time world champion. He gently put Enzo into your arms and gently rubbed over his head that was covered with blond hair. The same shade of eyes looked up into yours as your son took in the sight of you. If Lottie could be Arthur’s copy, Enzo was yours.

Arthur sighed.

“I can call him whatever I want. It’s not fair that he was named after Ollie and not his own father.”

“Bebe, you said you were fine with it.”

He knew you were teasing.

“It is all jokes ma chéri.”

Charles voice sounded in the room through the TV speaker. Arthur turned up the volume to hear his brother.

“I am so thankful for this opportunity for one more championship. I have loved driving for Red Bull and previously for Ferrari. But, uh, I feel as though this is my closing chapter.”

Mark Webber was the one to be interviewing Charles.

The Australian asked, “So is this a retirement announcement?”

The Monegasque gave a small smile. “It would seem so. I’ve given all that I can to the sport. It is time for me to continue my life with my family.”

Mark clapped him on the shoulder.

“I know I can speak for the entire Formula 1 world when I say that you will be missed.”

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y/n.89 little Lorenzo Oliver Alessandro Leclerc, you're more cherished than you will ever know

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leclerc_family not all of their kids having multiple middle names💀

y/n.nation them naming little Enzo after Lorenzo - don't bother the tears 😭

landonorris so...when am I getting a kid named after me?

oscarpiastri and me?

logansargeant and me?????

olliebearman hoes mad - you're just not superior 😝

y/n.89 sorry boys, no more kids, I'll name the dog after you

iamred_iamyellow I just know that little Enzo and little Jules are going to be best of friends

We never learn, we been here before Why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? The bullets We never learn we been here before Why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? The bullets…

You sat back on a tyre of your car, looking out at the crowds. You could finally breathe easily for maybe the first time of the 2040 season. The battle was tough. All the rookies this year gave you a run for your money.

But you had done it. Finally.

Nine championships to your name. One of a kind feat. Probably never to be repeated until the end of time.

You calmly walked over to the barrier. Arthur stood with your 13 year old daughter and 4 year old son. When had they gotten so much bigger? You were scared after Enzo was born, getting back into racing so quickly, unlike you had done with Lottie. But Arthur was with you every step of the way. So were Charles and Alex, and so were Max and Kelly.

You gathered your family into your arms and let yourself cry. Tears of sadness for the sport you loved with every fiber of your being, and tears of joy of finally accomplishing your one dream. It had taken 17 years for you to finally get what you wanted.

We don’t talk enough We should open up Before it’s all too much

At Milton Keynes, the years 2025, 2031, 2032, 2033, 2034, 2036, 2037, 2039, and then finally 2040 were hung in lights along the walls. You could have been done last year, but Lando had decided that he needed one championship in 2038. You were proud of the Papaya boy. All of his hard work finally paid off. And now he could have all the chances as he finished second this year.

You had one request for this podium. You wanted everyone up there with you. Arthur made sure that everyone from the 2024 grid was there.

(Yes, even Esteban).

The drivers you were close with when you were 20, watched as you were crowned World Champion for the ninth and last time ever. Max had red eyes the entire night. He made sure to splash you extra with the champagne. Your kids ran around squealing as their uncle Charles shot bits of bubbly at them.

It felt like a dream, to be up there with all of your found family. After the first few times, you thought that celebrating a championship would get boring. But, you were wrong. Each time was even more special than the first.

On the way back to the hotel, you looked to the back seat at your two kids. Both had fallen asleep the moment the car started moving. You blamed yourself and Arthur for driving them around as babies, and now car noise was the best way to put them to sleep.

Arthur looked over at you, smiling softly as he watched you look at your children with such love.

You whispered, breaking the silence, “I have more than I could have ever dreamed. And it makes me think that this is a dream, that I’m going to wake back up in 2023 in my drivers room and not be able to do anything.”

A quick pinch was given to your leg.

“Ouch Thur!” you whined as you rubbed the sore part.

Arthur had that teasing glint in his eyes that you missed so dearly.

“I don’t think it’s a dream chéri. You’re more awake than ever.”

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redbullracing our golden girl in her golden year, for the ninth and last time, Y/n L/n is Champion of the World ⭐️

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y/n.nation thank you Y/n for all that you have done! it's time for you to finally relax with your family!

formula1fan at first I was annoyed with the domination, but Y/n deserves it more than anyone - you will be missed champ

y/n.89 my team, I am so proud to have been your girl - let it be known I am the golden child of Red Bull

maxverstappen1 um, no, you're not the original

charles_leclerc I was the golden boy at Ferrari AND Red Bull

sebastianvettel sit down, the original golden child is here

redbullracing we love you all equally

y/n.89 ... I'm still the favorite tho

author it's the end of an era, thanks kid for everything - stay golden

Will we ever learn? We’ve been here before It’s just what we know

At 42-years-old, you sat in a chair, looking over the estate watching Lottie and Enzo all play with Max’s family and Charles’s family. A drink was in your hand as you used the condensation to cool down from the hot Italian sun.

Retirement from all motorsports had been your decision alone.

Ollie and Dorian Pin had the two coveted Red Bull seats, however, Lando and Oscar were really duking it out for a world championship. You knew that the two would be fine.

After Formula 1, you did two years of endurance racing, winning Le Mans twice and the Endurance championship once in the years of 2041 and 2042.

In 2043, you tried out IndyCar, only wanting to win one race: The Indy500. Thankfully, you’d been able to do so in the only year you wanted to.

Thus, becoming the second person in history to win the Triple Crown of Motorsports, and the only female. It felt nice, breaking yet another record, even if someone had done it before you. But, it didn’t feel as nice as it did right now.

Arthur came out of the house behind you and sat on his chair that was built for him. When you had come back home, you wanted two seats in the backyard to be able to watch your children play for hours.

Lorenzo had told you a story of your parents on year. It was about the time when they truly loved each other. They too had matching chairs outlooking their own backyard. You wished you could have such memories of you parents. But now, you rarely thought of them.

Because in the end, you didn’t need them.

A tear ran down your face as you continued to watch Penelope, Adriaan, Lottie, Jules, and Enzo play under the Italian sunset.

“Why are you crying chéri?”

Arthur’s hand had come to your face to wipe the single tear away.

You didn’t look at him and kept watching the family that you built out of love and dreams.

“I’m happy, so happy.”

Stop your crying, baby it’s a sign of the times…

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Phase 03

“Is this love~?”

Your POV

Love.

According to the Oxford dictionary, love meant ‘an intense feeling of deep affection.’

According to my mom, love is unconditional. She told me that when you love someone, you love them at all costs. That it didn’t matter if that person had imperfections and flaws because that's what love is. You take them for who they are and it’s supposed to make you feel happy, warm, and safe inside.

And when I was younger-, hell even until a few weeks ago, that’s what I thought love was. I thought that love was an unwavering, solve-all word that overpowered anything that came in its way.

But I was foolish and naïve, always wearing rose-colored glasses.

Because that’s what I thought I had with him.

..............................................................

‘Wait, just to make sure, it’s the diner across the library right?’

‘Yup that’s the one. We’ll go there after studying a bit :)’

‘Look at you, trying to spend more and more time with me’

‘What can I say, I really like you, girl with beautiful name’

‘Ok down boy, down. I’ll be there, don’t worry

‘I can’t wait to see you..’

‘I can’t wait either

He’s amazing. You smiled to yourself as you turned off your phone. The boy you had met yesterday had ended your very flirtatious study session by asking you out on a date.

His sweet but cocky personality and the way he always caught you off guard while studying, whether it be how he looked at you while you explained something or the small smile he showed when you got something confused had won you over.

His smile.

When he showed you that smile, you knew that you wanted him to be in your life, even if it was for a while.

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“The first tell~”

As you were packing up after your study session, the boy across you caught you off guard.

“Hey, You look really beautiful today,” He said with a smile. You blushed as you let out a small chuckle.

“Thank you, you do too,” You said before you finished putting the last book inside your tote bag.

He looked at you with soft and gentle eyes before coming over to your side.

“Thank you, kid. Ready to go?” he asked as he took your hand into his.

Woah, he’s good at this.

“Kid?” he asked again with an amused smile as he bent down to your eye level to try and catch your eyes. He laughed softly as he noticed that you were distracted by his hand that was intertwined with yours.

“Hm? Oh, um, yeah- yeah, we can go” you said with a bashful smile as you shifted your gaze back, to his eyes.

“You’re cute kid,'' he said as he took his other hand that wasn’t in yours to lightly ruffle your hair. “Let's go.”

He’s really good at this.

An hour later, you found yourself immersed in a heated but playful conversation with the man.

“Listen hear me out, sure, SpongeBob may be disturbing at times but it doesn't even hold a candle to Dora the explorer.”

“What are you talking about?” He asked as he let his head fall back in laughter. He then talked back with his argument.

“SpongeBob talks about him having literal Stockholm syndrome. I mean look at it this way, Mr. Crabs literally exploits all of his workers and SpongeBob still loves the job and literally goes insane if he doesn’t work for ONE day.” He argued as he cut up his steak.

“Ok, fair. But Dora has a slave monkey, so I think I win” you said with finality, as you sipped your drink.

“Yeah? And SpongeBob has a crab that has a sexual desire for money.” He said and you fell into a fit of loud laughs. And of course, you choked on your drink. Of course, you did.

“Jesus, kid,” your date said in a rushed breath as he looked around in search of anyone looking at the two of you.

“I’m ok, I’m ok. Oh god, I can’t believe that just happened” you said as you let out a small chuckle.

“Yeah, Um, do you want to maybe pack up your food? We can go for a walk instead, I’m stuffed” he said as he dismissed your comment and hauled over a waiter to your table.

I’m not done though…. Was it that bad? Oh god, I'm ruining this.

“Yeah, sure. We can go for a walk,” you said with a forced smile.

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“Nights like these, make me want to fall over and over again~”

“I’m so lucky to have you, kid.” He said as his hands on your waist tightened.

Slow dancing in his apartment living room has become your favorite pastime to do with him this past month. He always made you feel safe and warm when he waltzed you across his living room while listening to music.

“I’m so lucky to have you too babe. So fucking lucky,” you said before you kissed his nose lovingly. And as you swayed, to the music, you knew tha you had to let him know.

“You know before I met you, I used to think that loving meant a painful chase but now that you’re here with me, loving has become the easiest thing to do.”

You said before you slowly looked into his eyes that were widened. You had to let him know,

“I’m in love with you.”

His eyes softened and a small smile appeared on his face.

He leaned in and whispered,

“I love you too kid.”

Before, beautiful strangers only came to do me wrong. But now, my beautiful stranger made it safe for me to finally love again, just like my mom told me I would one day. Whole-heartedly and true.

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“Didn’t know what he had when he had it~”

It was Sunday morning when you were sitting on the kitchen island in his shirt. The man to who the shirt belonged was across from you making breakfast which consisted of burnt toast and fried eggs.

I could get used to this.

You thought back to yesterday. You remembered how he was gentle with how he touched you and how he held you afterward. How he whispered words of love and adoration as you drifted off to sleep in his arms.

He’s the one. I know he is.

You walked up to him before wrapping your arms around his waist. You stood on your toes to press a kiss to his shoulder and looked past at the eggs he was making.

“I love you” you voiced your emotions, plain and simple. He turned around to hold you by your waist as well before kissing the tip of your nose.

“I love you too, kid. Ready to eat?” he asked before leaning down towards your lips.

You laughed softly before pressing your lips to his. And as he kissed you, all you could think of was how lucky you were to have found him. You had never met someone so loving and tender with you. Sure, he had his flaws and imperfections. But he made you fall in love with them as well.

That's what love does to people, isn't it?

And as you broke off from your kiss, you hoped that he could somehow feel just how much you loved him.

“Are the eggs burning?” you asked suddenly as you remembered that the stove was still on.

“Oh fuck.” your boyfriend said, swiftly turning around in panic.

“It’s ok, the toast is burnt anyway, it’s a good pair.” You said in pure amusement as you laughed.

“Kid stop laughing, the whole thing is burnt.”

“Hey, it’s ok, we can just make some more,” you said with a soft smile as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to comfort him... He shrugged them off almost immediately.

“I spent the whole morning making this, kid.” he said as he looked at you. You noticed that his eyes held anger in them.

What the hell did I do?

“Yeah I know, I appreciate it, and I'm sorry that they burned babe, but it’s ok, I'll clean it up and we can just get something delivered” you said, hoping to alleviate his anger.

“You know what, you go ahead and do that. I’m going out to run some errands” he said as he started walking towards his bedroom.

“What are you mad at me for? Babe, I know you're feeling mad and that’s valid but you can’t just direct it at me” you said, trying to start a healthy conversation.

“Well if you didn’t distract me then we would have food ready by now” he replied harshly.

Oh my god. Is he for real right now?

You didn’t want to anger him more and ruin a perfectly fine morning so you gave up on fighting.

“Ok, I’m sorry, I really am.”

“ Are we good?” you asked after a while, as you slowly approached him.

“Yeah we’re good,” he said after a moment. “I'm sorry for lashing out like that. I was just frustrated. I love you,” he said as he looked up at you.

‘I love you’

He uses those three words a lot these days, and not in the way I like.

“It’s ok, I love you too.”

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Present-day: “Is it the end, or the beginning?”

An hour had passed since the two of you lashed out and he was in the shower, apparently ‘needing a moment to himself’, Which was good because it gave you space to think.

And as you thought back on past memories of your relationship, you realized just how naïve you had been. The red flags of your relationship had been waving with strong gusts of winds but your blinded eyes had refused to see them.

Now, look at where we are…

You thought of how much the three letters you constantly told each other blinded you immensely to the reality of things.

‘Love is unconditional…’ what bullshit.

After a while, you heard his feet walking toward you. You felt him hesitate next to you, but he ultimately decided to sit next to you on his sofa.

Silence is what seeped through the minute that followed.

This was it, I won't back down this time.

“I think you know what needs to happen” you said after, taking a deep breath.

“Yeah, I do. I’m so sorry kid, I don't know what came over me, I was just frustrated. Are we ok?

You laughed to yourself, internally.

What an idiot.

“You seem to be that way a lot these days. Frustrated,” you said as you looked at him with a cold face. “And that’s not what I was talking about.”

He looked at you and you saw the realization set in his face.

“No, kid,” he started but you dismissed him just like the many times he did to you.

“Listen, I think we both know that we’re bad for each other. And I don’t know what the hell held us together for so long when we clearly shouldn't have, tonight proved that” you said as you looked at him.

You had expected to see him look guilty but you saw eyes that were frantic and panicked.

“I think we should break up.” You said as you stared ahead.

He took a moment before saying anything.

“So that’s it, you're just going to leave us like this?”

Your face flared up with anger. If he asked for it, he’s getting it

“Yeah, that’s it. Because I certainly don’t want a repeat performance of what happened earlier. I’m too fucking exhausted with handling your bullshit.” you said, finally getting the emotions that had been weighing you down off your chest.

“I’m too fucking exhausted of telling myself that you love me because if you did, you won’t be treating me like a fucking piece of shit.”

At that, he started talking again.

“How I treated you? What about the way you treat me? Do you even know how many times you’ve embarrassed me throughout these past two months? You treat me like I’m this perfect person and you have me up on such a high fucking pedestal but I’m sorry kid, welcome to the real world, nobody is perfect. Not even you.” he said as he stood up and slicked his hair back.

“I don’t want you to be perfect, I know fucking well that nobody is!” you said as you followed him.

“All I asked of you was to treat me like a normal person and not this situation that needs to be handled!” the tears that you had been holding in started to breakthrough.

“I poured my whole heart out to you and you just slashed through it like nothing happened. I broke, and that’s on you,” you said with finality, wanting to hurt him as much as he hurt you.

The two of you faced each other, each breathing heavily. Both of you knew that it was the end and that nothing could be done about it.

“Fine. this is over. But kid,-” He started.

“Don’t. Don’t call me kid” you said with ice-cold eyes. As you walked towards his door.

“Fine. Just know that you just ruined your last chance of ever having something. If you think even for a minute that a guy could even stand to be with you, you're just lying to yourself. You’re a fucking bitch that no one even likes. Remember that. You’re going to be alone for the rest of your pathetic life and you’ll wish that you had never done this.”

“I’ll take care of that, thank you very much.” You said as you took your jacket and slammed his door.

It’s finally over.

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“Victim~”

As you conversed with the man in front of you, you realized just how wrong your fears had been.

After your messy breakup with your ex, his final words left a scar on your mind and heart. Even though you told yourself that he just wanted the final word, his words still remained a fresh wound, left open.

After a few months, you had healed, at least on the surface, from the way he treated you and the mental agony you were constantly in. And a work colleague that you had made friends with at your internship had asked you out.

It would be a lie to say that you weren’t scared and nervous to your core. But that would mean that he won and you weren’t about to let that happen, so you agreed.

And you were grateful to have done so because that date cleared all of your doubts. Even after a few dates, he was still trying to be better for you and putting the maximum effort into the both of you. And you were more than thankful that your past scars and wounds were slowly healing up.

It’s all going to be ok.

As you were conversing with him in your regular diner, the door opened, causing the bell to ring and the chilly air to seep in. A couple walked in, appearing to be madly in love which made you smile.

That voice… you thought as you heard who entered with his date.

You froze as you realized who he was. And as you looked at him, you were surprised to see him looking straight back at you.

You gulped as he looked at your date, at you, and then back to your date again.

And he walked away with a shake of his head and a smile.

And that’s when you realized that no matter how hard you tried, no matter how much you tried to leave your past in the past, your scars and wounds would always follow you around.

“Hey, you ok?” your date asked, with a worried expression.

You turned your head back to look at him.

Will I ever be?

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