Just Another Message Lost in Your Inbox {LN4 FanFiction}

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S's POV

"Lando, what are you doing here?" I ask.

"Cadey! This is all her doing."

I feel uneasy, not knowing what's happening. I really don't want to stay and find out, so I grab my bag and turn to leave. But just as I reach the door, his hand grabs my arm.

"Love, wait," he says, his voice soft and gentle. The tension in my body starts to fade.

I turn around, my eyes meeting his, and tears begin to form.

He gently leads me back inside, where we sit together on the edge of the bed. He releases my arm, and a heavy silence falls between us. Neither of us seems sure of what to say next.

"How have you been?" we both ask at the same time, and I offer a faint smile.

"I've been good. I've been focusing on racing and managed to get two P1 podiums since...." He pauses, then adds, "Since Monaco."

"That's good. I'm really happy for you, Lando," I reply, not knowing what else to say, but I truly am happy for him and Oscar.

"You haven't been watching any races?" he asks, and I shake my head. His expression falls slightly, and I can see the disappointment in his eyes. He knows how much I love F1, and I think he's afraid that he's ruined it for me.

I look down, a single tear slipping down my cheek. He gently lifts my chin to make me look at him, and his tanned skin glows in the sunlight streaming through the window.

"Can I ask you something?" Lando's voice breaks the silence.

"Yes," I reply, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Why did you leave that morning without a word?" His question hangs in the air, heavy with unspoken emotion.

I stare at him, lost in those familiar green eyes, the ones I've thought about every day since I left.

"Honestly, I didn't want to leave," I start, my voice trembling. "But I thought it was the only way. After everything that happened, I was scared of what I was feeling. I didn't know how to handle it. In reality, I just ran away from what I was feeling because I didn't know how to face it. We're from two different worlds, Lando. I couldn't wrap my head around the thought of us."

I swallow hard, fighting to keep my emotions in check. "There will always be the thoughts of what the media will say if they found out. 'Famous F1 driver and his mediocre girlfriend, who is a working-class citizen.' Or what will everyone think? 'You can do better, Lando.' Or, 'There are so many models to choose from, why pick her?'"

The tears fall freely now, streaking down my cheeks. "I'll never be good enough to be with you, and the sooner you realize that, the better off we'll both be."

Lando takes my hand again and his grip tightens, his thumb gently rubbing over my skin. He leans closer, his voice soft but filled with determination. "Skye, I have something for you."

He pulls out a small velvet bag from his pocket, and my heart skips a beat. "I got this for you in Monaco. I wanted to give it to you before you left, but I never had the chance."

He opens the bag and pulls out a silver bracelet. The pieces are small F1 tires, and in the center, my name—Skye—engraved with a little number "4" in the corner.

"I designed this myself for you," he says, his eyes searching mine as he gently places the bracelet around my wrist.

I stare at it, completely overwhelmed by the detail, the thoughtfulness. My heart melts, and I feel a rush of emotions flood me. He squeezes my hand reassuringly, and I can't hold back any longer. I throw my arms around him, pulling him into a hug.