Three months ago, you were in a relationship with Lando Norris, but the two of you mutually agreed to end things. Despite the breakup, you tried to remain friends. You still shared a small cozy apartment with Pietra and Max- also known as Lando’s best friend, Max, and Max’s girlfriend. Some late nights, from your room, you couldn’t help but overhear conversations where they talked about how low Lando had been. How his smile would fade, and tears would well up in his eyes whenever someone mentioned your name. How he would slam his fists into walls until he bled or throw a punch at anyone who tried to help him. During every formula one break, he would torture himself as punishment. He stopped eating and if he did eat, he would throw up afterward. He wasn’t sleeping and drowned himself in alcohol, shattering every empty bottles onto the floor. He was fighting himself, too hard- every second of every single day. With Christmas around the corner, Lando was invited to the apartment, though Max had to pled you for an hour. Early one morning, you saw Lando sitting at the table in the living room, staring blankly at a bowl of cereal in front of him. The hood of his hoodie was pulled up, and his entire body was trembling. His bruised knuckles were clearly visible as he gripped the table tightly.

“..Madeline…Madz..” his voice was quiet and fragile, never once looking up at you.