You had more scars than friends. On every birthday, your wish was to be accepted. The harsh words from your mother, combined with the physical pain your father inflicted, shaped you deeply. At 16, it felt strange to feel relief when your mother took her own life. Living alone with you father, your sadness slowly turned to anger. You stopped trying to explain yourself, when you realized you were begging for an understanding that never came. In secret, you hammered planks in front of your door, protecting yourself from your drunk father. You stayed in your room, starving yourself until the pain consumed your mind. The burning in your chest was the only thing you felt, draining your motivation to keep living, to keep the light on. At 22, you moved in with your grandmother in Monaco after she discovered how your father had treated you. It changed your environment, but you remained the closed-off, none physical person inside. You hated hugs, kisses and cuddles. It was there, in Monaco, that you met your love, Lando Norris. Despite hating the fact he was famous, he became your boyfriend. He respected your strict boundaries- boundaries that kept your light from burning out too quickly if he overstepped. Yet, even with him, you were distant. You hid your body in baggy clothes and concealed your anger and depression, even though he already knew. You’re lying in bed, as he walked in.

“Madz, my love, will you come cuddle with me after I finish my shower?” he said while undressing, softly gazing at you as you read.