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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6 months lɑter - Winter Breɑk - Jɑnuɑri 2025
I park my McLaren in the parking area and patiently wait for Aurora to get out of the psychotherapy appointment. It's been her eighth appointment, and I am lucky enough to say that they've been going wonderful.
"Hey baby," she says with a smile as she gets into the car. I can't hide the smile that automatically appears on my lips as I hear the name of endearment.
One that I hadn't heard in months.
"Hi there, how are you?" I reply, turning to her before even considering driving off.
"I am good," she nods. "It was a very good session today..." she smiles before giggling softly. "You never told me I actually beat you in karting."
"It was once!" I defend myself with a huge grin. "And I did not consider it a valuable memory. I mean... you've been saying those are shitshows regardless."
Aurora immediately notices my teasing tone and slaps my arm, "You are the worst."
"Oh, come on, I knew you'd gain that memory back and pester me about it."
She rolls her eyes playfully, "You are the worst, Lan. But you're forgiven."
I laugh and start the car, "What more did you get into today?"
Sometimes, a session is wonderful; in the session, she remembers things and can question me about them; other times, it is just one blank space. Sometimes, the session is valuable, but as soon as she steps outside the room, the memories are foggy again until a day or two later.
Jesslyn says all of it is a natural progress of healing, but I am already happy to see pieces of the Aurora back we lost. She lost.
"Are you ready for court?" She suddenly asks me. "It's tomorrow."
"I know, and I am more than ready to finally give him the punishment he deserves."
"Good. Because so am I."
For the remainder of the short ride, Aurora did what she always does: stare out of the window and process the tiring session she just had. Sometimes, she would fall asleep, and I would gently wake her when we arrived at her apartment.
"Lan?" Her soft voice barely comes over the soft music of her playlist.
I turn my head momentarily to check if she's awake, and I didn't imagine it, "Yes?"
