You don't need to explain what the butterfly effect is to Lando Norris because with one single change of events, the love of his life forgot all about him and their 3 year relationship.
3 years;
36 months;
156 weeks;
1095 days;
26,280 hours;
All gon...
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Aᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ﹣₂₀₂₄
"Hey mate," George holds his hand up, and I grab it with a smile. We pat each other on the back before I step back again. "How are you holding up?"
I shrug, the smile on my face falls, "I'm okay."
"Quit the crap," George scans my body, a serious look on his face. "You look like shit."
"Fine," I say and rub my forehead with one hand. "I will feel like shit."
George opens his apartment door; we have decided to meet at his place because I couldn't find the energy to go to the apartment I shared with Aurora. We walk in, and I throw my jacket on the coat hanger.
George leads the way to the kitchen, "Coffee?"
I nod, and just when I want to take a seat, Carmen enters the kitchen, too.
"Oh, Lando," she mutters as she approaches me and hugs me. I sink into it and let out a restrained sob. Carmen sits me on the chair, "Can you grab a glass of water, G?"
George immediately does what he is told, and within seconds, I let the cold liquid run through my throat. It calms the tears, and I let out a deep sigh.
"Sorry, I don't know what came over me," I apologize as I give the glass back to Carmen.
"It's nothing to worry about, Lan," Carmen says with an apologetic smile. "Have you heard back from Caitlin and the video?"
I shake my head, "I think she is with her now."
"We will just have to wait for it then," George hands me the cup of coffee and sits in front of me. "Is there anything we can do?"
Words are lacking me right now. I want to say so much, but at the same time, it seems impossible to get them into spoken words, so I shrug once more as I stir in my coffee.
"The thought of going..." I swallow, a poor attempt to get rid of the lump creating in my throat; new tears are welling up in my eyes, "The thought of going home alone... Why is this happening to me?"
"I can go with you to grab some stuff," George says, looking at Carmen. "We have a spare room here; if you want, you can stay here as long as you need to."
