life had always been hard for you. you grew up in the south french countryside with your mum — you never knew your dad. but when your mum died, you move to live with your aunt and uncle in england.

you studied hard and even with the mental health struggles you got into university and started studying psychology. then, on a night out on holiday you met the love of your life — lando norris.

dating lando was hard sometimes. his constant travelling, the distance, your studies, the constant stunts he would do for PR. it was a lot more than you expected, but you love him. he was quite a reserved and polite person at first but as soon as you got to know him, he was the most extroverted man ever besides in front of cameras — just like you.

lando lived in monaco while you were still studying in england. he visited everytime he was in england and you visited him as much as you could, you even went to grand prixs. you were a very private couple but people knew about you two. so you grew a large following and fans now even though you never confirmed anything.

you eventually graduated and moved in with lando to monaco.

lando was still doing PR stunts as you two were a private relationship. many fans speculated as a few videos got ‘leaked’ but you two never confirmed or denied. however, lando got into a PR relationship.

it was for a few months to make this girl, magui, reputation better and to help keep you and lando private. it was like a cover up. however it fucked you up in the head for some reason, drove you insane.

she would constantly hint over socials and occasionally they were spotted together or she attended grand prixs. you hated it. hated her.

this weekend was the hungarian grand prix and she was there, obviously you couldn’t attend due to university stuff as well as it was your dead mum’s birthday on saturday so you were quite emotional.

lando won and you were so proud but he had warned you before the race, he had to kiss magui’s cheek to cover up some stupid comment she did recently. he said maybe and then.. you didn’t think he would actually do it. and then, he acted all innocent and signed the winning champagne bottle:

“for emma, never forgotten.” — your dead mum’s name..

you watched in horror as he did so and then you ghosted him. no “congrats” or “well done” as usual, no messages he was the one spamming you. he was flying to monaco then to the UK to meet you before you two went on holiday to ibiza with his friends.

[lan💘] i won baby!! [lan💘] did it for you and your mama [lan💘] you okay? [lan💘] baby!!

this was all when he was in the cool down room so he did his post race duties and the messages continued, then the calls…

you just felt sick.