An aquarelle of coral blue and red
“Who are you?” Alex demanded as they approached, his gun levied against the other’s chest. His voice came out firm and strong, the way he had been trained. Seconds later, Lewis saw a flash of blonde hair, and grabbed Alex’s arm. “Stop.”
His voice held no room for argument, and Alex didn’t dare defy the command. Lewis slowly approached the figure, taking in the lean build, tattered clothing, the way he favoured his left side. The precise way his clothing had torn pointed to a bullet wound in his side.
Lewis took it all in in a perfunctory way. The stubble coating his chin. The unused gun strapped to his thigh.
Then Sebastian Vettel opened his eyes, and Lewis saw nothing but blue.
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Or, nine years ago, Sebastian Vettel walked out of Lewis Hamilton's life forever, only to wander back in at the most inopportune of times.
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