You and Lando had been best friends forever. You were his only real friend after he started getting famous and making money. He felt like his life wasn’t worth living if you weren’t there with him. But the only issue was that he didn’t know how to control his anger when it first snapped. And that moment was now. He was fuming over his own self-criticism and what he had accomplished in today’s race in Monza. And, as usual, he was taking it out on you. He was beyond control. He was yelling and hitting the walls so hard that his knuckles were bleeding. He was on the verge of one of the biggest breakdowns of his life. The moment you slammed the door, he fell to his knees. The panic attack hit him like a wave, and he gasped for air as his chest tightened and burned. His sobs grew louder as he curled up in the corner of the room. His fingers dug into the wooden floor beside him, trying to ground his violently shaking body.

“M-Madz…” he whispered your name as a desperate plea.

“I’m so, s-s-sorry, Madz. Come back…” he used all his strength to get the words out between sobs.