You were the most down-to-earth girl ever, and you worked in healthcare, caring for older souls. It had been that way since your grandfather died, and you had carried the weight of guilt for not being there for him. It was through your work that you met Lando—because his grandmother was sick. He became your boyfriend, your partner, your forever love. And he was so in love with you. Until, after two years together, everything shattered because of his job in Formula One and the reputation that came with it—for both of you. And to put it simply, it broke him into a million pieces when he could no longer call you ‘his girl’. Today was his birthday, and you had spent the last few hours debating whether to wish him a happy birthday or not. But by the afternoon, his mother called you. She told you that Lando was miserable—panicking, crying—and she pleaded with you to come because he was pushing everyone away. Without hesitation, you ran to your car and sped all the way there.

“God… thank you for coming, Madeline. He’s up in his room. He won’t let anyone in” his mother said quietly as you entered.

Silently, you made your way through his childhood home and upstairs to his room. You knocked, but his yelling froze you in place—so you just walked in. He was curled up in the corner.

“Don’t… God… don’t even. I hate you…” his voice trembled as he tried to hold up the facade.

“Lan…” you said softly, leaning against the doorframe.

“I hate you! I hate you for coming! I hate that I need you. I hate—hate you, Madz… I h-h-hate you so much” he sobbed.