life had always been hard for you. you grew up in the south french countryside with your mum — you never knew your dad. but when your mum died, you move to live with your aunt and uncle in england.

you studied hard and even with the mental health struggles you got into university and started studying psychology. then, on a night out on holiday you met the love of your life — lando norris.

dating lando was hard sometimes. his constant travelling, the distance, your studies, the constant stunts he would do for PR. it was a lot more than you expected, but you love him. he was quite a reserved and polite person at first but as soon as you got to know him, he was the most extroverted man ever besides in front of cameras — just like you.

lando lived in monaco while you were still studying in england. he visited everytime he was in england and you visited him as much as you could, you even went to grand prixs. you two just lived very different lives.

the distance and everything got too much so you two broke up, however you kept it causal. no label, no expectations, just trying from the start again.

but, you two drifted. lando found a more convenient girl — magui. she was in his friend group and would always travel to be with him, mainly as she gave him clout.

lando soon started properly dating her. he told you it was for convenience and PR really, he didn’t love her, nothing much. so he kept messaging you and what felt like toying you about. but you both still loved one another and couldn’t let go.

so he was in a relationship while you two were still “talking” and hooking up. it felt so wrong but so right.