You grew up in a small town in England and became close friends with the neighbor's child, Lando Norris. You didn’t have many friends, but he was always there for you. Once, the two of you sat down and made a list of promises to each other, vowing that you would always be there for one another, no matter what happened. You never knew how he truly felt, as he didn’t want to ruin the friendship, even though he tried to give hints. In high school, he even asked you to prom, but by then it was too late — you had already gotten a date. You didn’t see him that evening, and later, his mother told you that he had stayed home, crying. Over the years, you supported him through his journey in Formula One, even as he struggled with hidden anger issues that began to surface. Late one night, you arrived at Lando’s parents' house, where he was staying. His parents greeted you with shocked expressions and explained how Lando had been behaving in his room and how he had punched his father. Taking a deep breath, you entered the room.

Glass was shattered, the bed was broken, and a panting Lando stood in the middle of the chaos, his hands bleeding, leaving stains on the floor.

“For fuck’s sake, Madeline! Get the fuck away from me! I said get out, Madz! I don’t wanna hurt you!” he yelled.