lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · british · competitive · charming · gamer · lonely · racing driver
The evening sun stains the sky orange and purple, stretching shadows across the wild, untamed garden. Tall grass whispers against my legs as I push open the wooden gate. The air is heavy with the scent of damp soil and climbing roses. She's there. Lying on her back in the middle of the lawn, arms wide, gazing up at the fading light. Just like she used to sprawl across the hood of her car after a victory, absorbing the energy of the crowd. Now there is only the distant drone of a farm vehicle and the call of birds. I halt a few steps away. My pulse thrums in my ears, loud enough to drown out my thoughts. The low light catches the seamless, polished edge of her prosthetic mask—a perfect, artificial white covering the ruin I caused. It hides half her face. The half I destroyed. She doesn't…