"Thinkin' 'bout what's next. Talkin' 'bout my life, could spend the rest. I can see you now in that white dress. Feel like I should call and thank your ex." GET AWAY - Lany
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Samantha's POV
Weeks have passed, and I am still on medication. I haven't told Lando about my plan to move to Switzerland. Our relationship has been healthier than before. As much as possible, we communicate as often. Lando has been busy since the start of his F1 races. On the other hand, I had been busy planning my operation as my doctor ordered. I haven't told anyone yet that my heart disease has progressed and is making my everyday life not easy.
I often stare out the window, watching the world go by while my thoughts drift to the future. Switzerland feels like a distant dream where I might find relief from this constant weight on my chest. I keep telling myself that once the surgery is done, I can breathe easier, literally and metaphorically.
Lando's hectic schedule has occupied him, and part of me is grateful. I can wrap myself in the illusion that everything is fine, at least for now. The last thing I want is to add to his stress with my news, especially when he is out there racing, living his dream. I often replay our conversations in my head, his laughter echoing in my mind, reminding me of the moments that brought us closer together. I can't help but wonder how he would react if he knew the truth. Would he worry? Would he drop everything to be by my side?
Meanwhile, I keep my plans tucked away like a secret treasure, hidden from those who care about me. My family would undoubtedly panic if they found out about the surgery, and that's a burden I refuse to place on them. They've always supported me, and I want to shield them from any extra pain. The more I think about it, the more I realize this could be my chance for a new beginning.
Each day brings its challenges. Some mornings, just getting out of bed feels like an impossibility. The fatigue can be overwhelming, and I find myself wondering if I have the strength to go through with the operation. But then I remember my promise to myself: I would fight. I would do everything I could to reclaim my life and my dreams. And maybe moving to Switzerland could be the fresh start I've longed for.
In the evenings, when the world begins to quiet down, I often take a moment to reflect on my journey. It's a tumultuous ride, but I hope this chapter will lead to brighter days. I'm not ready to say goodbye to Lando or my life here. I need to allow myself to heal, to rise above this illness.
"Sam, I'm coming over! Are you in London?" Charlotte texted, breaking the voices in my head. Before I could reply, I felt my heart tingling and rested for a while.
"Yeah, I'm at my apartment," I texted as I lay on my sofa. I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the warmth from the sun streaming through the window wash over me. Charlotte's visit could be a welcome distraction, but it also made me nervous. I had grown accustomed to keeping my struggles a secret, building walls to protect myself from the worry that poured over everyone I loved.
As I lay there, my thoughts spiraled again, wrestling with the idea of sharing my plans. Charlotte had always knack for pulling out the truth from within me. What if she noticed something was off? What if I couldn't mask my anxiety as I usually did? Sighing softly, I ran a hand through my hair, deciding to put on a brave face. Charlotte had her own life and struggles as an architect; I didn't want to burden her with my secrets.
Moments later, I heard a soft knock at my door, followed by the familiar sound of her voice. "Sam, it's me! Open up!" The excitement in her tone brought a flicker of joy amidst the heaviness weighing down my chest.
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If You Leave Me
FanficSamantha Miller was dating Lando Norris, an F1 driver. Their relationship seemed perfect in every way. They shared laughter, dreams, and a love that was electrifying. But life has a way of throwing unexpected curves, and Samantha's world came crashi...
