The streets of Monaco were empty that night. The soft sound of the waves crashing against the harbor mixed with the occasional distant hum of passing cars.

The world seemed quiet, but your heart was not.

Your heart was loud. Too loud.

Lando grabbed your hand, his fingers warm against your cold skin, and without a word, he pulled you into him.

The city lights painted his face in soft golds and blues, his smile a mixture of mischief and something deeper.

Something unspoken.

"What are you doing?" You laughed breathlessly.

He didn't answer. Instead, he spun you around in the light of the street lamps, never letting go, his laughter echoing through the empty streets.

When you stumbled, he caught you, like he always did. His hands grabbed your waist and held you tight as you looked up at him.

"You trust me, right?" He asked, his voice quieter, less playful.

You nod.

You did. You always had.

And just like that, the moment was gone. He was already running, laughter spilling into the night, and you had no choice but to chase him.

---------------------------

That was Lando. He never stayed in one place too long, never let things settle before shaking them up again. He was a storm that you walked willingly into, knowing it would leave you wrecked but unable to turn away.

And now, years later, sitting in your room with someone else by your side, you wonder why you still feel the wind of a storm that passed long ago.

The boy you're with now is good to you. He holds your hand without hesitation, tells you he loves you, and makes plans for a future that feels solid and real.

But when you look into his eyes, you see Lando. You see the boy who spun you around in the light of the street lamps.

The boy who never let you fall, until the day he did.

And even after all this time, you still don't know how to stop waiting for him to catch you again.