Grief • Lando Norris ✔️

anger

The few days that followed seemed to stretch on for an eternity. As much as it pained me to admit it, Lando wasn't going to be walking through that door. There was nothing I could do to change that and I hated it.

Jack had brought a suitcase of clothes over so that he could keep an eye on me. I tried to protest, but he wasn't having any of it. Whilst he stays, he's supposed to be in the guest room, however he's decided to make camp on the sofa adjacent to the one I've been sleeping on. I couldn't bring myself to go into mine and Lando's shared room knowing that he'll never go in there again. I didn't want to move anything, or go through his stuff, just in case it would lose his smell.

"Maybe we should go out for a few hours?" Jack suggested, moving to my sofa. I pulled my legs even tighter to my chest and shook my head. "I think it'll do you some good."

"No." I mumbled.

"Aria, please. You haven't been outside in two days and-"

"What part of 'no' don't you understand?" I didn't mean to snap, but my emotions have been building up. "Do you know how fucking hard it is to go anywhere and not be reminded of Lando? Whether it's objects, or just people giving me pitiful looks as if that's going to magic all the pain away - it all just hurts."

"I know," Jack said, wrapping arm around my shoulder in a hug despite my outburst. "It really fucking sucks, Ar, but I think it'll be in our best interest if-"

"You go alone, if you want it that much," I muttered into his chest. "I'm staying here."

"You know I can't leave you alone."

"I'll be fine." I gave his chest a light pat. "I'll even keep my phone on just for you." I haven't gone near the device since finding out about Lando. All I was receiving were calls from people I didn't even know had my number, and notifications on Instagram and Twitter as tributes came rolling in. I wasn't ready to see them just yet. Just seeing a picture of him breaks my heart all over again.

Jack gave me an unsure look before sighing. "Okay, but if you miss any of my calls I'll come straight back."

"Got it."

"Is there anything you want me to bring back for you? Maybe something for dinner?" He stood up from the embrace and smoothed down his shirt. I shrugged my shoulders after a moments thought. "I'll be leaving in about fifteen minutes so you'll have until then to think about it."

"I should be good," I replied, looking up at him.  "But if you're going to get me anything, I'd suggest it be of the ice cream variety. Oh, and I've really been craving some Prawn Cocktail crisps."

Jack chuckled lightly. "I thought you hated that flavour?"

"It's the main thing I've been wanting to eat, and Lando ate the last packet," I paused for a moment as I exhaled, "like he seemed to do a lot of the time."

"Anything for you." He pressed a kiss to the top of my forehead before moving to his suitcase. I watched as he rustled through it to try and find some clothes to wear. For the most part, he had been wearing his joggers and a Renault shirt during his time here so the case was still filled with regular clothes.

"Make sure you drive safely, okay?" I told him as he searched for his keys. "I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you."

"Of course." Jack gave me a sympathetic smile. "I'll be back in a few hours so we can have lunch together. Call me if you need anything, okay? And make sure you leave your phone on."

***

I would've spent my entire time curled up on the sofa if I wasn't overcome with a wave of nausea. It was lucky that I made it to the toilet in time since I had to run up the set of stairs. I was throwing my guts up for at least five minutes.