Hey guys! Short, I know, but it's filler~
Chapter Seventeen
Every Sunday, it was either the culminating event of a race weekend, a celebration of the Lord's day of rest, or one of vacation just before the working week started again. This Sunday was supposed to be a happy and sad one, but only because the visitors of friends and family were to leave and say 'bye to one of the newest members of the racing family: Little Gianfranco Bernoulli. Yet, to some, the day was none of those reasons.
When Lewis had given Miguel's excuse to leave early without saying his wishes and farewells, Francesco had been furious. "That car only lives next door!" he snarled. A few others grumbled assent; others remained silent. The silver cousin-in-law was one of the latter.
"I'm sorry we couldn't convince him," Rip apologized as he caught her alone.
Her corner bumper touched his. "Don't be," she replied quietly. It was his decision not to share."
The Caparo could sense the anger, resentment and sorrow in her voice, but said nothing. He pressed close to her side. "How much I wish I could be the one in your heart," he murmured all too wistfully.
She nuzzled him, sighing. "I'm sorry you couldn't be, but your'e right. I wish it were you, too." She glanced away. "But it's not." Her voice caught at the end.
He smiled faintly. "That's just the way things are, aren't they?"
"I'm sorry," she apologized, voice no more than a whisper.
Closing his eyes, he leaned against her slightly. "I love you," he breathed.
She returned the favor, eyes sad but gentle. "I love you, too," she permitted before pulling away, and he knew that, even it wasn't in the most conventional sense, it was as good and answer as he was ever going to get.
As everyone else departed, Marlene caught her cousin in her room,, right in its center. Franco and Francesco arrived right behind the R8, and the young Formula squeaked, alerting the A7 that they were there.
"Marlene," Margo called. "Francesco. Franco."
"Aren't you doing after him?" Marlene asked quietly as the family entered the room.
Margo shook her front. "He's made it clear he doesn't want me," she murmured. She glanced at each one of them before speaking. Giacomo had joined them, at his master's and young master's side. "And besides, I wouldn't leave you guys for such a reason as that."
Francesco smiled, and Marlene left her cousin's notions alone as the A7 moved to hug her fold.
"You guys are my family, and family comes first.
As he was one the plane to Navarre, he couldn't believe how he'd just left her without saying good-bye. Her words echoed in his ears. Don't come running to me, saying your'e sorry.
He frowned, determination in his heart. He'd follow her this time.
