you don't go to parties
It hurts. He thinks to himself as he swings his legs over the side of the bed. Usually he’s able to lie still in bed, picturing his leg where there isn’t one now. But sometimes during especially bad episodes like this one, it doesn’t work. Max looks up and he’s met with a full length mirror staring back at him. The mirror Charles had gotten for him. To help him. And Max had ruined it, ruined them. Pushed him away just like he had everyone else. Yet the mirror remains. Just blue eyes on blue, and Max is forced to reckon with the truth yet again.
Charles used to be here, and now he’s not.
alternatively:
Max copes with a new disability and a life without Charles.
Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen | 11.7k words | Completed | M Rated | Read on AO3
