SIXTY EIGHT

TRIGGER WARNING: EMOTIONAL (I'M SO SORRY)

"The three of them are side by side, who is going to take the lead in the final stretch!"

Juan Manuel Correa shouted loudly as he sprinted through the paddock, running alongside his friends, Larissa Cohen and Anthoine Hubert.

The three of them ran alongside one another, all of them wanting to win since they knew that there was a prize of thirty thousand pounds at stake. Each of them had wagered ten thousands pounds of their own money, and both of the boys knew that Larissa would part with it a lot easier than they would.

They loved how the Brazilian had come to support the both of them at their race in Formula Two, at Spa, and they knew she would be their biggest supporter whilst they raced, screaming and cheering them on as much as she possibly could.

Because, they were her boys.

Anthoine was by far her favorite, Juan knew that, and he knew that he was in second place which he never minded, because she was always there supporting him and cheering him on until she had completely lost her voice.

As their little race came to the end, Juan released a squeal as the body of the Cohen girl leapt suddenly on to his back, making him halt in his steps to grab her and make sure that she did not fall and injure herself.

It also meant that Anthoine crossed the line first, winning their race and thirty thousand pounds.

"You did that deliberately!" Juan laughed as he tickled his best friend, hearing her echoing laughter, giggles and squeals as her hands clung to his shoulders, her smile making the both of the boys smile themselves.

"What's it like to be losers?"

Anthoine Hubert teased as he stood beside them in order to catch his breath back, happiness flooding his body knowing that he was now thirty thousand pounds richer.

He already knew what to spend the money on.

After his race, he knew that he wanted to take his best friends out for a meal that would hopefully make everything better.

He wanted to comfort his best friend Pierre, who had been dropped by Red Bull and was now going back to Toro Rosso for their race tomorrow, and he wanted to look after his other best friend, Larissa who was building herself up to prepare for her fathers death anniversary which was after the Belgium Grand Prix.

"Have you spoken to Pierre?"

Anthoine spoke to the Cohen girl as she stood beside him, leaning against the chest of the Correa boy, who's arms were draped over her shoulders.

"Yeah, he stayed at my house last night, Zahra and Esteban are with him, he said that he'll come and find you before you get in the car to wish you good luck."

Larissa Cohen smiled up at her best friend with a pained look in her eyes, knowing how bad their French friend would be hurting from being dropped by Red Bull and she knew that they would all need to rally together to look after him.

But they had a secret weapon, Anthoine.

He could cheer anybody up about anything. They all knew that.

"Have you spoken to anybody at Red Bull?"

"Nope." Larissa admitted. "I plan on punching Christian tomorrow if that's what you mean."

"Can I be there to watch it happen?" Juan spoke up with a bright smile upon his face. "Pierre deserved more of a chance than what he was given."

"I know he did." Anthoine spoke with a proud grin.

"But I know that he will prove them wrong."

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Larissa Cohen was screaming proudly for her best friends as they began to race, cheering for Anthoine, Juan and Tatiana as much as she possibly could.

She watched on proudly as the race started, their cars shooting off the start line rapidly which then made her heart burst with pride.

Zahra was stood beside her as was their best friend Pierre, who seemed to be in a good mood whilst he cheered on his best friend, the three of them waving as his car past them.

Esteban was in the middle of an interview with Sky Sports F1, and Lewis was stood not too far away from them also in an interview, since Larissa had refused to take any interviews.

She wanted to support her friends, and she didn't want to curse Red Bull for how they had treated her former team mate and best friend live on television.

As the second lap started, Anthoine was running in twelfth position, with Juan in fourteenth and it was looking good for the both of them.

Then, everything fell apart.

The first thing that Larissa heard was the loud crashing sound of a car hitting the wall at high speed.

BANG!

Just as the Brazilian was about to release a scream of horror at the realisation of who it was who had crashed, another car collided with the stationary vehicle, sending the stationary car spinning violently towards the barrier, splitting in two in the process.

The second car, then flipped with the front of the car breaking away so that the drivers feet was exposed and eventually came to a stop upside down.

Zahra Bailey attempted to grab a hold of her best friend but failed, with Larissa Kimi Cohen taking off running on the track to where the crash was.

This was not how the race was supposed to go.

Zahra had wanted to chase after her best friend, but had to lunge forward to grab a hold of her other friend Pierre who's legs seemed to give way underneath him, sending him collapsing in to the arms of the Bailey woman.

Larissa Cohen sprinted across the track even as her muscles screamed at her to stop, her lungs burning almost as much as her eyes which were desperately trying to hold back the floods of tears that she knew would escape at any time.

Her heart ached just like it had done so in two thousand and seven when she had done the exact same thing in Monza for her father, and she knew what it meant.

She had seen the crash, after all.

The wind blew through her jet black hair as she ran for her life, trying desperately to get to the crash site, not even caring about the cars near to her or the camera's that had turned on to her running rather than the crash itself.

She didn't care if millions of people thought that she was pathetic for running on the track, she had to be there.

She had to.

It wasn't fair, it just was not fair.

Of all of the people in the world, why did it have to be him?

Why?

As she arrived at the crash site, she ran straight towards his car just as marshals arrived, trying to hurry towards her to get her away from the site.

Her hands pressed gently against his blood soaked head as the tears finally fell from her dark eyes, a pained cry leaving her quivering lips as she pressed them against his forehead, giving a kiss full of love that she could only hope that he would be able to feel, her vision becoming blurry from the tears.

"Je suis vraiment désolé, asticot, je suis vraiment désolé. s'il te plaît, ne me quitte pas, j'ai besoin de toi. Je ne peux pas faire ça sans toi, j'ai besoin de toi. s'il te plaît, ne me quitte pas. Je t'aime, Anthoine."

The Cohen girl sobbed as she held his head in her hands, repeatedly kissing his cheeks and his forehead until she was forced to be removed by the marshals, one of which was trying to comfort her but found that had failed miserably.

She watched as the both of them were being removed from their wrecked cars, her knees starting to wobble as she knew that she had lost the both of them, the pain in her heart becoming unbearable.

As her legs finally gave way and made her collapse to her knees, the Cohen girl released a scream of pure agony and sorrow, resting her head against the asphalt as she violently sobbed.

Why did it have to be them? Why?

The world could have taken her mother and her grandfather, two people who had deserved it, but Why did it have to take them instead?

Why did it have to take the lives of two of the nicest, greatest, most loving people that she had ever known.

She had already lost her father, she didn't want to have to lose both Anthoine and Juan as well. She had barely survived losing her father, she knew that she would not survive it this time if she lost them.

When the both of her boys were taken to hospital, Larissa couldn't even stand to her feet, her body too weak from grief and sorrow at the knowledge that she would lose the both of her best friends at the same time.

She couldn't even hear her name being called as somebody crouched down beside her, trying to get her to come with them to the hospital, not even as they turned her body towards them in order to be able to pick her weak and trembling body up and in to their arms and carry her to their car in order to travel to the hospital.

She had seen her father die right in front of her, had she really just seen Anthoine and Juan die in front of her too?

"I've got you, ma princesse, I've got you."

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"You have to fight this, Juan. I can't lose you too."

Larissa clung on to the weak hand belonging to her best friend, Juan, as he lay in a coma in a hospital bed. The Brazilian found herself thanking her father for helping the boy in front of her survive.

Her eyes were violently red and sore, swelling up slightly as she clung on to the Ecudorian boys hand with all of the strength that was left within her weak and shaking body.

Her mouth was dry and painful, a result of all of the screaming that she had done from the moment of the crash all the way until she found out that Juan was alive and in a coma.

His chances were not great, very slim in fact, but as of right now, he was still alive, however the same could not have been said for Anthoine.

She hadn't even heard the words leave the doctors lips, as soon as she had seen the man walking towards her, she had immediately fled to Juan to comfort him and stay by his side, deciding to try and ignore the hole that she so evidently felt in her heart.

The hole where he had been.

Everybody who had heard the news knew why she had left, deciding to stay delusional and in denial because they knew how much he had meant to her. He had saved her life so many times, gave her a reason to live and now him and all of that had been so harshly ripped away from her.

She felt empty.

She felt as if she was just a walking shell, and the only thing that was stopping her from crumbling down in to a pile of dust, was that Juan was alive.

But for how long would he be able to fight? How long would he be able to hold on for? How long would he be able to stay alive?

How long until Larissa had finally lost what was left of her broken and damaged heart?

How long until the rest of it all fell down?

She didn't know.

So all that she did, was lay on the hospital bed beside her Juan, curl up in to his side and cry herself to sleep in the hope that when she woke up that it had all been just a horrible dream.

And that if it wasn't a dream, that when she woke up, that Juan was still alive.

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A/N

I am so absolutely sorry for this, I am absolutely sobbing my eyes out right now for writing this I am so sorry

Rest in Peace, Anthoine

There was many ways for me to write this, but this was the way that actually hurt the least, so I'm sorry

P.s thankyou for 400k reads ❤️

I love you all,

-RUBY