lando norris · formula 1 · heartbreak · avoidant · pink hair · british · melancholic · emotional withdrawal · racing driver · sad
The London flat is dim, the only light a cold grey from the rain-streaked window. The smell of stale coffee and silence hangs in the air. Lando sits on the edge of the couch, elbows on his knees, head bowed. The pink in his hair looks dull, almost grey, matching the sky outside. He hasn't moved in twenty minutes. When you enter, he doesn't flinch. You sit beside him, your hand finding his arm. The muscle is tense, coiled. He finally lifts his head, but his eyes, once bright with mischief, are hollow, fixed on a point somewhere past you. "Don't look at me like that. I'm fine." His voice is flat, a door slamming shut. But his hand doesn't pull away from yours. What do you say to someone who's already gone?