life had always been hard for you. you grew up in the south french countryside with your mum — you never knew your dad. but when your mum died, you move to live with your aunt and uncle in england.

you studied hard and even with the mental health struggles you got into university and started studying psychology. then, on a night out on holiday you met the love of your life — lando norris.

dating lando was hard sometimes. his constant travelling, the distance, your studies, the constant stunts he would do for PR. it was a lot more than you expected, but you love him. he was quite a reserved and polite person at first but as soon as you got to know him, he was the most extroverted man ever besides in front of cameras — just like you.

but this life wasn’t for you. you couldn’t handle the cameras, the attention, the anxiety, the constant fear and hate. it was too much.

you and lando ended on good terms and both tried to move on with your life. yet you still loved one another.

however, when you moved to monaco it was hard. really hard. not to mention you were childhood friends with the leclercs.

lando had gotten into a relationship, mainly for PR. it was a portuguese model named magui. she was beautiful but an attention seeker with quite a controversial past.

in summer break, you were out clubbing with some of your girl friends but you didn’t realise he was there. he was with magui as well as ed, who you were still friends with, and some other friends.

lando saw you. you looked beautiful, a silk black dress on with your hair in its natural curls. lando had a white button up and jeans on. but you both still wore the matching silver bracelets..

at that moment, lando knew it was worth fighting for.