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Zoe blinked at the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, her room bathed in a golden hue. For the first time in weeks, waking up didn't feel like dragging herself through molasses. She stretched her arms above her head and glanced at her phone lying on the nightstand.
8:24 AM. She stared at the time for a moment, blinking in disbelief. Early. She woke up early—by herself. And... she felt okay. Not perfect, not brimming with joy, but not crushed under the weight of sadness either. She sat up, running her fingers through her messy hair, feeling the quiet calm of a new day.
She unlocked her phone to check her notifications, and her eyes caught the date at the top of the screen. July 1st. A wave of realization hit her. It had been two weeks since the fight with Lando. Two weeks of tears, anger, and numbness. Two weeks of wondering if she'd ever feel normal again.
And now, here she was. On the cusp of something monumental. The final shows of her tour. London. Wembley.
She let the weight of that settle in her chest, a mixture of nerves and excitement stirring to life. How had time passed so fast? It felt like just yesterday she was stepping onto her first stage, pouring her heart into every lyric. Now, she was preparing for the biggest shows of her career.
Zoe swung her legs over the side of the couch, her bare feet touching the cool floor. She stood up, stretching again, her mind racing.
This week wasn't just about performing. It was about proving to herself she could keep going. That she could close this chapter with pride, even if her heart still felt a little fractured.
Zoe grabbed her phone from the nightstand, her thumbs tapping out a quick message to the group chat.
life reader
good morning ☀️ going for a run, wish me luck
She smiled softly at the thought of her friends waking up to her text, probably half-asleep and wondering if she'd finally gone mad. But she felt the pull, something telling her she needed this.
She rummaged through her drawers and pulled out her running gear: black leggings, a light hoodie, and her trusty sneakers. After tying her hair into a loose ponytail, she grabbed her headphones and phone, heading out into the cool London morning.
The city felt quiet, almost serene. The kind of calm she hadn't noticed in a while. She popped on a playlist, upbeat but not too intense, and set off at a steady pace down her street.
The rhythm of her feet hitting the pavement was oddly comforting. The air was crisp, filling her lungs and waking her up in ways no amount of coffee could. She passed familiar sights: the bakery she used to frequent, the little park she hadn't visited in months, and the cobblestone streets that made her feel so connected to home.
As the run continued, her mind started to clear. The worries about the tour, Lando, and everything else that had weighed her down for weeks began to fade into the background. She felt... lighter, freer.
After her run, Zoe found herself slowing down as she passed by a cozy little café she used to visit often. The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the open door, and before she could second-guess, she stepped inside.
The warmth of the place was a welcome contrast to the cool air outside. She walked up to the counter, still catching her breath, and smiled at the barista.
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The Finish Line Kiss - Lando Norris
Fanfiction"Is this really how you want to act?" "At this point I don't even know how to act anymore" A story where the friendship between a superstar and a formula 1 driver can easily break by the most stupid reasons. An up and down situation from getting che...
