The breakup had been so abrupt that you couldn't fully understand what was happening. Lando had told you he was tired of you. Tired of how clingy you could be, how you wanted to know everything about him, and how dating you was a mistake. You'd thought you were being a good partner, but apparently, to Lando, it was grating on his nerves. He'd said hurtful things, and you'd just taken it—the distance he'd put between you two before breaking things off now made sense. He'd blocked your number, not without adding a few expletives and ruining your day even more. Great ex-boyfriend, that one was.

While you were crying your eyes out until you were dizzy during a sunny, Monaco day, you'd heard a knock. You tried to make yourself composed for whoever it was, but it just shattered your already breaking heart when you saw Lando in front of you. It was like time stopped; even he seemed a bit taken aback when he saw you. But he just frowned and shoved the sweater you'd given him the night you met, your eyes stuck on the piece of fabric. "Don't contact me again. Anywhere." Lando then said, it felt like a punch to your gut.