Life wasn’t nearly as perfect as the media portrayed yours and Landos relationship. Fights, on and off, not even knowing if you’re dating with the way your relationship is currently. Another fight passed, and another attempt at rekindling it all.

You had gone to Landos apartment in Monaco, wanting to fix everything as you sit beside him. He shifts closer, his hand brushing yours. “You don’t have to stay, you know,” he murmured, his voice soft, unsure.

“I know,” you say quietly, gaze falling to the floor. “But if I woke up with you in the morning… maybe I’d forget all the ways we’re broken.”

His fingers grazes your cheek, and he smiled sadly. “You don’t care if I’ve changed?”