And when you think about me all those years ago

Seb‘s eyes snap open as he’s not able to sleep, again. He’s running his hands over his face as his sandy locks fall in his face, glancing at his wife, Hanna, who is lying right next to him.

Yet he can’t get you off his mind. The memories of all those years ago still haunt his mind. Images of you both sitting in the RB garage, his head in your lap, your fingers tangled in his hair.

Another night, another time getting lost in these memories.