Your life changed for the better two years ago when you were accepted into Harvard University to study psychology. Throughout your life, you've been best friends with Lando. You grew up side by side in a small, cozy neighborhood in Bristol. Always together and always supported him through karting, F3, and F2, all the way until he achieved his dream of reaching F1. Lando has always tried to be open about his mental health and how he was feeling, but you've noticed subtle changes. The hate and death threats eventually got to him, and day by day, he began building walls around himself. Still, you saw right through the silent cries for help, even when he hid behind a fake smile. He stopped undressing in front of you like he used to, always keeping his shirt on, and you knew why. He was hurting—self-harming as a way to cope. You were on vacation in Brazil, trying to take a break from everything, but as usual, he kept his clothes on. One late afternoon, the worry got the better of you.

"Show me" you said, small tears forming in your eyes.

He looked at you, confused for a moment, but it clicked when you tugged at the hem of his shirt. His eyes filled with tears, his chin quivering, and he started trembling as the panic set in.

"…No, Madz, please don't. Stop, don't do this..." he said quietly, shaking.