Amnesia Hearts - Lando Norris

𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚃𝚠𝚘

『 ❛ 𝙸𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗' 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢, 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗' 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗
𝙸𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗' 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠? ❜ 』

I know I was not supposed to hear it; my parents have kept it perfectly from me that I had a miscarriage. My hand unconsciously covers my stomach as if it can still protect the remains of what had been there.

The door opens, and in shock, my eyes widen. So do those of Lando as he sees me standing in front of the door. The door key in my other hand. His face is pale, and his eyes are sad.

"Aurora," I hear my mother gasping.

I didn't even know I was pregnant. I can't remember it. And by the look on Lando's face, he hadn't known either until now.

"Aurora, baby," Another plea leaves my mother's lips.

I stumble backwards. Lando is frozen on the floor. His eyes momentarily go to the hand on my stomach before they lock with mine again.

"Baby, please come inside," My father begs me, but I take another step back.

Tears blur my vision as I continue to back away, each step a retreat from the painful truth that threatens to consume me. I shake my head whilst doing so.

"Lando," I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper but loud enough for him to hear me. His name feels foreign on my tongue.

The British boy looks up, slowly rising from where he's frozen to the floor. His eyes are glossy, almost as if he can cry any moment from now. His moves are tentative, afraid to startle me further as he finally takes a step forward.

"Rora," He says softly, his voice thick with emotion.

I grab his hand and pull him towards me, wrapping my arms around him. He gently wraps his arms around me, too. His head nestled in the crook of my neck, and Lando let out a relieved sigh.

"I am so sorry," he whispers. "I didn't know." 

My mother also appears at the door opening, saying, "Please come inside. We want to explain everything to you."

Lando slowly lets go of me, but this only makes me want to hold on tighter to him. I shake my head as I face my mother,

"I can't talk to you right now," I say. "I need some space."

I'm actually surprised by how easily those words slipped past my lips because normally, I would've given in to my mother's desire to keep talking even though I was hurt. But this time, I don't want that.

I let Lando go, turn around, and begin walking towards my room. With one look over my shoulder, Lando follows me. As soon as we are in my room, tears flow down my cheeks.

I collapse on the bed; Lando leans against the closed door, watching me silently as the lack of words to comfort me settles in deep. He begins moving and sits down beside me, his hand momentarily hanging above my shoulder before he places them back on his own lap.

"Rora," he murmurs softly. "I'm here for you. Whatever you need, I'm here."

His words pierce through me, and I feel the urge to seek comfort in his embrace, in his touch. It was his kid, too, nonetheless. Maybe we can forget about the pain together, even just for a moment.

I look up at him; I see the pain hidden behind his eyes as if he doesn't want to acknowledge the information just yet, and there's nothing more I want than to drown out the pain.

Without thinking, I reach out to cup his face as I lean in, my lips trembling as they inch closer to his. But before I can make contact, Lando gently places a hand on my cheek, stopping me.

"Aurora, stop," he says, his voice is filled with concern. "I know you're hurting, but this isn't the answer. Kissing me isn't going to take away the pain of the child we lost."

I blink back tears; embarrassment washes over me. "I'm sorry," I whisper, feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable. God, how could I've been so stupid?

"Let's just call it a night," Lando suggests. "I'll sleep on the couch. We can talk to your parents tomorrow."

"Okay," I whisper, nodding in agreement.

At this point, I want the world to swallow me whole. To get me out of this misery and to forget about the embarrassment of trying to kiss Lando in a poor attempt to drown out the feelings. What was I thinking? That he would actually kiss me back?

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Sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow in the room that does little to dispel the heaviness in my chest. I lie there for a while, just staring at the ceiling, trying to gather the strength to face another day. Sleep had barely been with me last night.

With a heavy sigh, I push myself up. Lando stirs on the couch, his eyes fluttering open as he takes in the sight of me sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Morning," he mumbles, his voice rough with sleep.

"Morning," I reply.

"How did you sleep?"

I shrug, and Lando nods understandingly. He rises from the couch and slowly makes his way towards the bed. I shuffle aside to make space for him, and he sits down. After a moment, Lando clears his throat, breaking the silence.

"Do you... do you want to talk about it?" he asks carefully, his eyes searching mine for any sign of readiness.

I lick my lips, wrestling with the urge to shut down and push him away. It was the complete opposite of how I wanted to jump on him last night. But both were for the very same reason– I didn't want to think about any of it.

But I can't avoid the conversation, not if we both want to move forward from this. It's another reminder that it was his child, too.

"Yeah," I finally reply, my voice barely above a whisper. "I think I do."

"Together first? Or with your parents already?"

I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the difficult conversation ahead. "I think... I think we start by talking to my parents," I reply slowly, the words heavy on my tongue. "And then... and then we figure it out together."

"If that's what you want," Lando says. "I am supporting you."

I am unsure of how the conversation with my parents will be, but I know they haven't been completely honest with me ever since I woke up after the accident.

Except for what happened with Valerie. But they never liked her anyway.

What other lies have they told me?

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A/N: I am so sorry for the slow updates on this story. I've been struggling a bit lately, but I found a muse to continue, and hopefully, I will give you updates more frequently! But, like Oscar's and Max's story, it will probably be once a week.

If I manage to give you another update on Wednesday, I will give you one, and then it will be every Wednesday again!

Thank you so much for the continuous support, especially all my voters and my commenters, but to all the silent readers, thank you for the support, too!