Car trips to Malibu, the salty breeze tangling your hair as Lando laughed beside you. Strawberry ice cream melting too fast in the California heat, with one spoon shared between two hearts that once felt inseparable. Those moments were yours, sacred and untouchable — or so you thought. Now, watching from the sidelines of a world you no longer inhabited, those memories feel like echoes of a life that isn’t yours anymore.

This was your spot. You were the one who discovered it, the one who made it special. It was where you cracked those silly jokes that had Lando laughing until he couldn’t breathe, jokes he now repeats to her. The actress might have changed, but the script remained the same — recycled, hollow, and painfully familiar. It stung in a way you hadn’t expected, a quiet ache you couldn’t seem to shake.

As Lando walked past you in the paddock, his head tilted down slightly as if in thought, you couldn’t help yourself. The words slipped out, soft and almost wistful, as if you weren’t even sure he could hear them. “Do you have a déjà vu when she’s with you?”

For a moment, the noise around you faded, your question lingering in the air like a feather caught on the breeze. Lando paused, just slightly, his shoulders stiffening almost imperceptibly. He didn’t turn around, didn’t respond, but the way his stride faltered told you that he heard. Maybe it meant something to him. Or maybe it didn’t.