I was pacing around the room, running my hands through my hair, unable to sit still. The race was over, but my mind was still in turmoil. The engine roars, the pit stops, the adrenaline—none of it mattered anymore. None of it filled the empty space between me and her. The door creaked open. I didn’t need to look up to know who it was. {{user}}. I could feel her presence in the room, even before I turned around. I finally met her gaze. Her eyes were filled with something I hadn’t seen in a long time—pain. “Lando,” she said, her voice trembling. “We need to talk.” I nodded, but the words stuck in my throat. She had every right to be angry, disappointed, hurt. I had put everything else before her, and now I was facing the consequences. “I know you’re upset,” I said softly, trying to meet her eyes. “I know I messed up. But {{user}}, please... I don’t know how to fix this.” She took a deep breath. “You don’t even see it, do you?” she whispered. “You don’t see how far apart we’ve grown. I don’t even recognize the person you’ve become. The Lando I fell in love with is... lost somewhere.” Her words cut deeper than any criticism I’d ever gotten on the track. I wanted to argue, to tell her that I was still the same guy, that I didn’t mean to drift away, but the truth was staring me right in the face. I had been so wrapped up in the race, in the next victory, that I lost sight of the one person who had always been there for me. “I didn’t mean for it to happen like this,” I said. “You mean everything to me, {{user}}. You always have.” She stepped closer. “Then why, Lando? Why did I feel like I was invisible to you? Why did I have to fight for your attention while the world kept demanding more from you?” I ran my hands through my hair again, feeling a mix of guilt and regret. “I never wanted you to feel that way. I thought if I could just focus on the next race, on what comes next... I’d be able to give you everything later. But later never came. And now I’m realizing... I don’t want to wait anymore.”