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Afar || M. verstappen
Summary: Max has been so busy with f1 it seems he’s forgotten about the girl at home waiting for him
Genre: angst
Warnings: max being a dickhead, no happy ending
Max X fem! Reader
It was nights like this, the nights I’d sit in the dark on the couch watching tv, waiting for max to come home. I’d sit in pity, god I didn’t even know where he was anymore.
Tonight was our Third anniversary, I feel so stupid for even trying. I looked around at the dinner I had made for us, the candles, the effort into making the house look nice.
Now I was here 2:26 am, no sign of max, no calls, no texts. I was sitting, Mascara running down my face, crying in the dress I had been saving my money to buy especially for tonight.
But it was all for nothing. Everything was for nothing. I was on my second glass of red wine when I heard the door open to see a tipsy max walk through the door.
“Y/n?” God I hated that, he stopped using pet names, he doesn’t even know me anymore.
“Max, I’ve been waiting for 6 fucking hours” I pointed a finger at the candle lit dinner
“Why? You never told me we had a date night? Don’t fucking blame this on me” he accused and I just laughed
“Really max? It’s our anniversary” I looked at his blank face, he couldn’t think of a reply
“Where were you max?” Tears were now welling up in the eyes as I gave him a stare
“I was out” he muttered, I rolled my eyes and gave a huff, I could see the guilt washing over on his face. He was about to answer but I’ve had enough.
“Max I can’t do this anymore, do you even love me anymore?” I questioned, all the rage coming up
“Of course I do! I love you I promise” he was trying to defend himself but someone who loves me wouldn’t stand me up, someone who loves me would care for me.
“No you don’t, you’re always at work max, I only ever get to see you on 2 days of the weeks and you spend those partying or something!” The tears were now streaming down
“You can’t tell me what to fucking to with my life y/n” he was angry
“You don’t Call Me ‘Baby’, or ‘Schatz’ anymore, also I’m not telling you what to do I just wish you’d acknowledge me” I whispered
“You’re so dramatic” he rolled his eyes and laughed at me
“You’re not the man I fell in love with” he looked pale, he had nothing to say
“I can’t do this, us, we aren’t meant to be together” I walked past him. He grabbed my arm.
“Y/n, baby, no, we can get through this, it’s just a small fight, I’m sorry I’m sorry”
“Just fucking leave me alone” I whispered, walking out the door to leave him drowning in his sorrows.
“Y/n please stop we can try again” he shouted as I hopped in the cab I ordered around 5 minutes before our fight.
“Goodbye max” the cab driver stayed silent, understanding what was happening.
🕊️ (time skip) 🕊️
“It’s okay y/n” I sat in the arms of my bestfriend Isabelle
“Was i the problem?” I questioned rhetorically to myself
“No y/n, he was a dickhead, you’re fine and amazing, now I have ice cream so do you wanna watch tv?” She passed me a tub of chocolate chip cookie dough and we ordered takeout.
Max POV
how could I let someone that I love so much just walk out the door. I let the love of my life go. How could I be so fucking stupid.
I was left in our shared home. Her perfume was still lurking around the place. The onyx shadows mimicking her as if she was still here but the house was silent, empty.
It’s like a piece of my heart was ripped out. The feeling inside me was hollow. Felt like I had nothing left. The one thing that helped me, cared for me, celebrated with me, got me through my downfalls.
I miss her already, i miss her laugh and her smile. I want her back. I want her back so so bad. I would give anything for just one last kiss. I regret it
I Moped down to the floor, vodka in hand. Tonight was something I didn’t want to ever remember.
🕊️ (time skip) 🕊️ (1 month later)
Y/N POV
It was race weekend, and as much as I hate to admit it, I need to see him. I want to see him, so every Friday Saturday and Sunday I spend watching him, my love.
I spend my hours watching him from afar.