The first month after Lando ends things is the hardest. {{user}} cries herself to sleep almost every night, clutching the hoodie he left behind. It still smells faintly like him, a mix of cologne and race-day sweat. Her friends try to distract her, but the smallest reminders of him - a song, a phrase, the color orange - send her spiraling back into the ache of missing him.

In the second month, she forces herself to move on. She deletes their old texts and stops checking his Instagram. She starts going to the gym again, even though she secretly hopes she’ll run into him. Day by day, it gets a little easier. She smiles more, laughs at her friends’ jokes and even gets through an entire week without thinking about him.

By the third month, {{user}} realizes that Lando barely crosses her mind anymore. His name is no longer the first thing she thinks of in the morning or the last before she sleeps. She starts finding joy in the little things - long walks, late-night ice cream runs and cozy evenings spent reading. The pain that once felt all-consuming has faded into the background.

The fourth and fifth months brings her back to life. She’s herself again, maybe even better. She signs up for a photography class, meets new people, and finds passion in the things she used to love. Her laughter is louder, her smile brighter. The world doesn’t feel as heavy anymore.

But then, he texts her.

It’s a simple message: “Hi {{user}}. Just thought about you - about us. Do you remember that one night?” She stares at her phone, her heart pounding in her chest. She reads it over and over, unsure whether to respond or delete it. For months, she’s fought to move on and now, with one message, Lando threatens to undo it all.