Adieu
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Title: Adieu
Characters: Daniel Ricciardo, Jean-Eric Vergne
Rating: Green Flag
Summary: It's official, Dan has the Red Bull seat.
Disclaimer: All made up.
A/N: Originally written/posted for the drabblefest on motorskink.
I’m sitting on the bed, holding my head between my hands, elbows resting on my knees. I knew this was coming. Of course I knew. Everyone knew. But I was still hoping things could stay the same. I was still hoping we’d be together. Apart, but together.
“Say something Jev.” I can feel Dan is looking at me but I can’t meet his eyes right now. I might just burst into tears if I do and I am not giving him the satisfaction of seeing that. Say something. What does he expect me to say? Oh hey Dan, it’s okay really. You’ve just ripped my heart from my chest and crushed it to tiny little pieces just because you need to focus on your driving. But its’ okay. You said you loved me and we’d always be together, said that you couldn’t stand to be without me. But it’s okay, you can change your mind, I understand Red Bull comes first. Right. Why couldn’t they give the damn seat to someone else?
“Jev…talk to me. You can’t just ignore me.”
I lift my head just long enough to glare at him. Watch me. The annoying part is I’m not even truly mad at him. I wish I was, but how can I be? He’s getting the one thing that kept us both going; a chance at a championship. I’m happy for him. I would have celebrated with him even. I would have ordered a bottle of champagne and sprayed it around the hotel room as we laughed. I would have licked it off of him afterwards, then we’d fall into bed laughing and kissing. I would have supported him. Why can’t he see that?
I feel the bed sink next to me as Dan sits down. He tries to wrap an arm around me but I shrug it off. If I let him get close to me, I might end up begging him to stay, not to leave me. And he would stay. I know he would. But if space is what he needs then that’s what I’ll give him.
“Stop being stubborn.” His voice sounds broken and I know he’s hurting too. But it’s Red Bull; the rule is no distractions and Dan always follows the rules, unless I ask him to break them. I won’t ask him to break this one.
I turn to him as I stand up. I’m sure he can see the sadness in my face, but all he’ll remember is my silence. He’ll think I hate him now. He’ll be angry, but he’ll move on. It’s better for him. “Adieu Dan.”
I head for the door slowly, my heart beating so loud I can feel it in my throat. I need to leave before I fall apart. “Jev, stop. Can we talk about this like adults?” I hear Dan call behind me. I ignore it, leaving his room and closing the door behind me. This is me being an adult. This is for you.
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