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lando

lando has been unblocked

you're a complete ass
YOU wanted this PR
relationship so you could focus

then you do that
honestly i thought you liked me
but evidently im a moron

don't ever text me again

have fun with her

i loved you.

lando has been blocked

















Gulianna

Gulianna has blocked you

lando
i know you can't read any of this
but if you do ever unblock me
please know i would never hurt
you baby

i love you so much and the fact
that we aren't talking is killing me
right now

i hope you'll let me explain, please
i'm begging you to let me explain

i love you.

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It had now been two months, two months of no contact and it was killing them both. Gulianna had completely gone ghost with all her friends, yes a small part of her felt selfish but then again, who could blame her. She truly thought she was loved, clearly not.

Lando on the other hand wasn't doing well either, it ate him alive knowing that Gulianna didn't know the whole truth. This was unfortunately clear in some of his races, crashing and just underperforming.

The two were completely lost.

Both of them would get messages from there friends, Lando responded to his but was very open about how he felt. Gulianna on the other hand didn't even bother, she had stopped posting on social media and only really got ready from her house when she had to work with a brand.

Lando had no way of contacting her, he was completely blocked from everything, but that didn't stop him. Well it didn't stop him tonight.

It had been two months too long, yes he should of done this earlier but he was a complete pussy. Plus he wasn't even sure she would want to see him, but here goes nothing he thought. The poor boy was silently praying that everything would fine after this.

It was 6pm on a Saturday, New York was cold and raining when Lando arrived at the JFK airport. He took a taxi into the city, more specially the Upper East Side of Manhattan, where a certain model lived. He had all her favourite things in his a basket: tulips, chocolate, a teddy and other meaningful miscellaneous items. The taxi had stopped at he now stood outside the door of her town house, taking a small before knocking on the door and waiting for her answer.

























soushieee!!!
hey! hey! hey! how yall doing?? SO i apologise for the lies, but in what deluded world was i going to have regular updates, BUT i am sorry for gaslighting you all 🙁 however i fear i ate with my irl part of the chapter and yes i did leave it on a cliffhanger. i'm in half term rn 😝🙏🙏🙏 sooo hopefully updates will be better BUT i have a fricken fever so don't expect too much. ALSO FERRRAI P1, P2 IN AUSTIN WHAT A FLIPPING MASTERCLASS BY MY KING CHARLES!!!!! hoping for the same in mexico but a carlos win.

love you all lots xxx

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