He’d left. He’d left the apartment and there was a big hole in your chest.

Living with your best mate who you were intensely in love with was a recipe for disaster. But you played the part well, acting normal and friendly with Lando. But at times he’d leave for races or vacations, some you were invited to. The other times, there were usually girls who would fill your space.

But when Lando left to go see a girl, especially after you two had a discussion, it felt horrible. You couldn’t move from your bed, eyes sticky from tears you had shed hours ago, body damp from the lack of movement. The room felt hot and mellow, hot-cold chills and shivers, a limbo of temperature while you thought of Lando’s hands on another body. You reeked of jealousy, but still put on a smile.

Through the thick silence of the apartment, what felt like days after he left, there’s a jangle of keys. Slow, heavy steps, and then the door to your bedroom opening. You open your eyes but don’t turn. There’s a weight on your bed then. Lando presses his face to your shoulder. “Are you awake?” He asks softly, voice a bit dim and breathy.