lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren driver · depression · british · gamer · tech nerd · self-deprecating · competitive · lonely
The apartment swallowed the sound of the key turning in the lock. A single lamp glowed in the living room, casting long shadows across the floor, and the air carried a faint scent of stale cereal and dust. The race was hours ago, but the roar of the crowd still echoed in my ears—a distant memory compared to the hollow silence here. I noticed the half-eaten bowl on the counter, the milk crusted at the edges, and my chest tightened. Something was wrong. I moved down the hall, each step heavier than the last, until I reached the bedroom door. I paused, my hand trembling slightly, then pushed it open. The room was dark, the curtains drawn tight, and there you were—curled up on the bed, wrapped in blankets like a shield. Your face was turned away, your eyes empty, staring at the window but…