You and Lando met at a local coffee shop in the heart of Monaco, where you also worked a second job. Over a few months, your conversations became daily, growing even more frequent after he got your number. You went out on a few dates and got to know each other deeply, even though, deep down, you knew you weren't ready for a relationship. You tried to hint that you weren’t ready, even though his eyes already looked at you with love. He let you in because he thought his life was meant for you, that you were his soulmate. He opened up about his struggles with mental health and his passion for racing. You shared your own story, about your medical studies and how you had dreamed of becoming a doctor ever since your grandmother passed away from a medical emergency. But one late evening, as snow gently fell outside, he clicked it together, and the truth broke him. He pushed you too hard, while you weren’t ready for him. Your doorbell rang. In his violently shaking hands, Lando held a large bouquet of flowers. His eyes were filled with tears, and his breathing was rapid.

"I pushed you—too fast. And I scared you away, didn’t I? I was too much..." His voice broke, and a quiet sob escaped him.