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𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞

𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩

𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮

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What was the definition of 'liar'?

It was a simple word, yet it held so much weight. It was a word that could shatter worlds. There were many different kinds of lies. White lies that were meant to protect, lies of omission that were born from fear, and then there were the kind of lies that were told to deceive. To manipulate. To hide.

How had I not seen it before?

The way he never talked about his past, the way he never brought up money or career. The way he was just... Lando. Simple. Unassuming. But this wasn't simple Lando. This was Lando Norris, millionaire playboy and Formula One racer.

And he had lied to me.

Or maybe not lied. But he had hidden. Hidden a part of himself so well that I had never even guessed.

"How could you not tell me?" I demanded, my voice shaking with anger and hurt. "How could you keep something like this from me?"

He looked at me, his expression a mix of frustration and guilt. "I wanted you to like me for me," he said, his voice low.

"What does that even mean?" I threw my hands up in the air. "You think I'd love you less if I knew you were some hotshot racer with more money than God?"

"No," he said, taking a step towards me. "I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to think of me differently. I wanted you to know me for who I am, not for what I do."

"What you do is a huge part of who you are!" I yelled, my voice bouncing off the walls. "You can't just hide that from me!"

"I know!" He shouted back. "But I was afraid!"

"You were a coward." I snapped.

"I know." He said it with a quiet resignation, and that made me angrier.

"How long were you planning to keep this from me?" I demanded, my voice rising. "Because the Grand Prix is in three days, Lando. Three days! Were you just going to leave me?"

"I was going to tell you!" He insisted, his eyes flashing with desperation. "But I didn't know how!"

"How hard is it to say 'Oh by the way, I'm Lando Norris, a fucking millionaire race car driver'?" I spat out.

"It's not that simple!" He threw his hands in the air. "You don't know what it's like, being in the spotlight all the time. Having people only care about you because of what you do!"

"So what, you think I'm just some groupie who only cares about your bank account and your race car?" I shot back, my voice laced with venom.

"No!" He took another step towards me, reaching out. "That's not it at all!"