One Message. Lando : Please come back baby

No response

Another Message. Lando : Maybe it wasn't you. Maybe it was me..

And again. Lando : Maybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seems. We can fix this

You and Lando broke up a few days ago. And you both said and did things you didn't mean.

All the whispered "I love you's" are gone. The silly touches that gave you both goosebumps.

Kisses, eye contacts and laughter.

It's all gone.

Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano.

He can still see the way you packed up your things and stormed out of his apartment, even though 3 days have passed.

All he know is he love you too much to let you walk away.

All the memories are circling in his head. The long car rides, his right hand on the steering wheel and his left hand drumming on his thigh while you sit next to him, feet on the dashboard, humming along to the music.

Cuddling under the sheets. Whether it was morning or evening. You always did it.

Your Lips on his. Your Hands in his Hair. Your perfume, your sparkling eyes.

His thumb hovers over the call button. Should he call you? Do you even answer? Is it over for you already?

He slams his fist against the wall and leans his forehead against it. His heart is pounding against his ribs and his breathing is heavy.

Then he pressed the button. A picture of you and him appears with your name above it.

It's ringing.