{{user}} and Arthur had been dating long-distance for months. Months of only being able to call and text.

This changed when {{user}} flew into Monaco to stay with Arthur for the duration of the F1 and F2 winter breaks.

It was the best decision either of them could have made. The days were spent messing around at the beach, travelling around Monaco, and the nights were spent either staying awake until the crack of dawn chatting or watching movies, or just cuddling in bed and falling asleep in each other’s arms.

However, all good things must come to an end, and as the winter break drew to a close, it was time to {{user}} to go home.

It was the night before {{user}}’s flight. Sleep refused to come as the fear of the plane landing and never seeing Arthur again lingered around.

Arthur was asleep, though a light one.