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Days turned into weeks, and Lando and Oscar’s resolve to find Y/N only grew stronger. They poured over every clue, every piece of information they could gather, but Y/N had been thorough in her disappearance. There were no public records of her travel, no posts on social media, no credit card transactions they could trace. It was as if she had vanished into thin air. But Lando and Oscar were relentless, fueled by a mixture of guilt, worry, and the unyielding bond they shared with her.
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**Lando’s Perspective**
Lando sat in his car, parked outside a small café on the outskirts of London, staring at his phone. He had just finished meeting with another mutual friend, someone who had known Y/N during her university days. Another dead end. It had been weeks of these meetings, each one ending in the same frustrating way: more questions and no answers.
He let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. The sleepless nights were starting to catch up with him. The bags under his eyes had become a permanent feature, and his once easy smile was a rare occurrence these days. Every time he walked into the McLaren garage, the absence of Y/N was like a physical ache. He missed her advice, her quick wit, the way she could make even the toughest situations seem manageable.
And he missed her as a friend. Lando had always been able to talk to Y/N about anything—his fears, his dreams, the pressure that came with being in F1. She had been his anchor in the chaotic world of racing, and without her, he felt adrift.
He picked up his phone, scrolling through his contacts until he found her name. He hadn’t deleted it, couldn’t bring himself to. He stared at the screen for a long moment before pressing the call button. The phone rang once, twice, three times. And then it went to voicemail, just like every other time he had tried to call her.
“Hey, Y/N,” Lando said, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s me… again. I just… I just wanted to see if you’re okay. I don’t know where you are, or what you’re doing, but I hope… I hope you’re alright. We all miss you. I miss you. Please, if you hear this, call me back. Or text. Just… let me know you’re okay.”
He ended the call, staring at the screen for a moment longer before tossing the phone onto the passenger seat. He leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes, trying to ward off the crushing sense of defeat that threatened to overwhelm him.
He had always been good at staying positive, at finding the silver lining in any situation. But this was different. This was Y/N. And the thought of never seeing her again, of never hearing her laugh, of never working side by side with her again—it was too much to bear.
But he couldn’t give up. He wouldn’t. Y/N had been there for him countless times, and now it was his turn to be there for her, even if she didn’t know it. Even if she was thousands of miles away.
With renewed determination, Lando started the car and drove off, heading back to the city. He wasn’t done searching. Not by a long shot.
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**Oscar’s Perspective**
Oscar wasn’t one to wear his emotions on his sleeve, but the void Y/N had left in his life was undeniable. She had been the first person at McLaren to really understand him, to see beyond the reserved exterior and recognize the determination and vulnerability within. She had helped him navigate the pressures of being a rookie, had been a sounding board when he doubted himself, and had been a constant source of encouragement.
And now she was gone.
Oscar spent hours in his apartment, going over old messages, emails, anything that might give him a clue as to where she had gone. But Y/N was smart—too smart. She had erased her digital footprint almost completely, leaving behind only the faintest traces of her presence. It was as if she had planned this for a long time, and that thought made Oscar’s chest tighten with guilt. How had he not seen this coming?
