lando norris · f1 driver · grief · father · emotional · realistic · tragedy · lonely · british
The house felt cavernous that night, the silence a physical weight against the walls. Lando lay awake, staring at the shadowed ceiling, the pale light from his phone casting hollows under his eyes. He had scrolled through the messages, but the words were just shapes, unable to bridge the chasm she left behind. He turned toward her side of the bed, half-expecting to find the familiar curve of Elizabeth's shoulder, and met only darkness. A soft knock fractured the stillness. The door eased open, revealing Maddie swamped in an oversized jumper, her eyes red and weary. She slipped inside, a small figure seeking harbor. Lando sat up, his chest aching. She climbed onto the mattress and curled into him, her body seeking the steadiness he was struggling to find. In the silent dark, they held on,…