**TW!!** "It's always Carlos this, Carlos that. You still have feelings for him like how you used to. And yes I knew, but I forced myself to believe you didn't care for Carlos anymore, guess I was wrong." "I can't believe you, Oscar are you serious-, Jesus!". "Me or Him? Lando Choose". "I'm not choosing between you and Carlos, are you being serious Oscar? The hell has gotten into you lately?" Falling in love under the spotlight is simple. Staying together in the noise shattered them both. The world had accepted them, but neither was prepared for the slow, agonizing burn of falling apart. The fallout didn't just end their relationship. It left behind a bitter, silent ruin masked beneath PR-rehearsed smiles and quiet garage doors. Now, Lando and Oscar exist in a tense, suffocating orbit. Late-night silence, cold shoulders, and aggressive, razor-thin passes on the track have replaced what used to be sacred. The affection is gone, traded for a quiet, dangerous obsession with pushing each other to the limit. They tell themselves the anger is enough,that hate is easier to live with than regret. They are convinced they can outrun the wreckage forever. But in a sport dictated by split seconds, running on spite comes with a cost,and one split-second mistake is about to force them both to face what they lost. Because sometimes, hatred is just love that ran out of places to hide.

No one in Formula 1 ever expects two drivers to think the same way. Not when every corner demands instinct, every braking point reveals personality, and every lap tells the truth about who you are behind the wheel. Which is why the first time Oscar Piastri's telemetry matched mine, people laughed it off. Coincidence. Luck. One strange overlap in a sport full of them. The second time, they frowned. The third time, they whispered. By the fourth, no one was laughing anymore. Because our data wasn't just similar. It was identical - curve for curve, corner for corner, choice for choice - as if he had reached into my head and stolen the rhythm of my hands, my instincts, my heart. No one could explain it. And the more it happened, the harder it became to ignore the question sitting like a stone in my chest - Why us?

Oscar Piastri has always been easy to love. Quiet. Kind. Brilliant. The sort of person who remembers birthdays, explains assignments, and stays late to help everyone else, even when nobody asks. At university, surrounded by friends who have become family, Oscar should be happy. So why does he feel like he's taking up too much space? As the pressure of university mounts and old insecurities begin to feel louder than they used to, Oscar starts to disappear in ways no one quite notices. A missed coffee. An empty seat. A smile that doesn't reach his eyes. And by the time his friends realize something is wrong, it may already be too late. Because sometimes people don't leave all at once. Sometimes they leave a little at a time. And sometimes the hardest question isn't why someone left- It's who made them believe they had to.

BOOK 2 OF THE 'THE PIECES WE LEAVE BEHIND' DUOLOGY ---- Months after walking away from everything he knew, Oscar Piastri returns to university carrying the pieces of the person he used to be. He isn't angry. He isn't bitter. He's just... quieter. Like a part of him never made it home. Lando Norris thought losing Oscar would be the worst thing he'd ever experience. He was wrong. The hardest part is knowing that Oscar didn't leave because he stopped caring. He left because something between them broke. Now, with every distance-filled glance and every silent moment between them, Lando is forced to confront the things he spent months trying to ignore. The person standing in front of him is still Oscar. But he isn't the same boy who walked away. And if Lando wants any chance of rebuilding what was lost, he has to learn that some things cannot be fixed with apologies alone. Some wounds take time. Some trust has to be earned. Because sometimes the person who breaks something doesn't get to be the one who saves it. They just have to become someone worthy of helping rebuild it.

When Oscar Piastri downloads a mysterious Sims 4 mod out of curiosity, he accidentally traps his teammate, Lando Norris, inside his computer game. To free him, Lando must live out an entire Sims life - from woohooing to raising twins - while Oscar desperately tries to fix his mistake. But the longer they're stuck between reality and simulation, the blurrier their true feelings become. Will love bloom beyond the screen, or will their reality glitch forever? A comedic, chaotic, and surprisingly tender slow burn fanfiction where gaming, romance, and F1 off-season boredom collide. **Best Ranking** -#1 in Sims4 (20-July-2025)

What's their relationship? Definitely not lovers. They both have feelings for other people, people who are untouchable, or simply out of reach and yet, in their longing and frustration, they discover something.The unspoken arrangement, they can be each other's substitute, a stand-in for the love they can't have. What begins as comfort soon blurs into something more complicated and dangerously close to real feelings. It grows into a bond far more consuming than love, addictive, and merciless. Can the relationship they built to satisfy their desires continue forever? Or will their craving for what they cannot have destroy them both?

In a season that pushes them to their limits, Oscar Piastri and Lando Norris find something unexpected in the chaos of Formula One: each other. What begins as quiet glances across the garage becomes stolen moments, whispered confessions, and a slow‑burn love that grows alongside their fight for the championship

Some people belong to the place where they were born. Oscar thought he did too. In his small village, surrounded by familiar faces, with Lando always by his side, he believed life would continue that way forever. But fate had other plans. Oscar disappeared. And then the years passed. Secrets came to light, lives changed, and nothing that had been left behind remained the same. Yet some stories never truly end. They simply lose their way.