Your phone in your Hand while your screen glowing softly in the dark. Your fingers hover over Lando's name, the urge to call him an unbearable burden in your chest.

Weeks have passed, but the silence between the two of you feels oppressive and unnatural.

After everything you've been through.

The bad races he had, the late-night conversations under the sheets, the stolen moments of laughter...is this really how it's going to end?

Without a word, without a proper goodbye?

You didn't know the rules. Was you even allowed to feel this way? Is he feeling this too?

You sigh.

Calling him would be wrong. He made it clear that you need space. Maybe he does, but you're not sure how long you can manage that.

Pretend it never happened. Pretend he's not in your thoughts every day.

You turn on your side and look out your window over Monaco. The city is alive, but you feel completely still, caught in the memories of what you two were.

The way he grabbed your hand before a race when no one was looking. The way his voice got softer when he was tired but didn't want to say goodnight.

The way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t looking, like you was something worth holding onto.

But now? Now you should forget everything?

You take a deep breath. Why can't your heart listen to your mind for once. Nothing good will come of it.

He has his career, his world, his reasons.

And you? You have a broken heart and no instructions on how to fix it.

Your fingers find his name again, the temptation is stronger than your determination.

What if he wants to hear from you too? What if he's staring at his phone just like you are?

You bite your lip. What now?