Fix you - Lewis Hamilton

The pain lingered for hours. Every moment of silence from Lewis's end felt like another dagger to my heart. I couldn't quite move on, but I also couldn't sit idle..

When I returned to Monaco after completing another long flight, the house felt unusually still. It was as if his absence had soaked into the walls, leaving an undeniable hollowness in the space we once called ours. Coco padded around the house, restless, looking for Roscoe. And me? I found myself wandering too.

Despite everything, I couldn't bring myself to hate him. Instead, my thoughts were plagued with worry—was he okay? Why would he throw everything away so suddenly? Was it something I did?

I spent hours lying awake, replaying the cruel words he'd thrown at me in London. "I don't need you in my life anymore." The phrase echoed like a broken record. "You're a distraction, a burden." Words I'd never imagined hearing from Lewis, my Lewis, my best friend, my anchor since childhood.

But even as my heart twisted with the memory, something didn't sit right. His words felt rushed, detached. Not like him at all.

I decided to take control, in a way I hadn't since this whole mess began. I wasn't going to let this silence crush me. So I reached out to the only other person who might have insight.

I picked up my phone, hesitating before dialing his mum. The last time we'd spoken, she was so warm, so supportive. But would she even want to hear from me now? I took a deep breath and hit call.

"Savvina honey" her voice came through after just two rings, and I could tell by her tone she already knew why I was calling.

"Hi," I croaked, unsure how to start. "I—I don't know what's going on with him. I don't understand what happened. He won't answer me. Please, do you know if he's okay?"

There was a long pause, and my heart sank further with each passing second. "He's... struggling," she finally admitted. "He's at his house in London. But Savvina, he's asked for space."

"Space?" My voice cracked despite my best effort to keep it steady. "He's shut me out completely, and I don't even know why. Did I do something wrong?"

Her sigh was soft, sympathetic, but ultimately offered no clarity. "I think you'll have to ask him yourself. He's not himself right now. I'm worried about him too."

I couldn't shake the worry gnawing at me. Lewis was my best friend, my family. Even if he hated me now—whatever had changed—I couldn't let him deal with it alone. I knew him too well. When he shut the world out, it was because he was drowning.

The next day, I booked the earliest flight to London.

When I reached his London house, it felt eerily similar to the scene weeks ago. The same hesitation before knocking on the door. The same sinking feeling when no immediate answer came. I rang the bell twice before I finally heard the shuffle of footsteps.

The door cracked open, and there he was. Disheveled, tired, and yet still Lewis.

"Savvina," he said my name like it was a question, his tone flat.

"I needed to check on you," I said quickly, before he could close the door. "You weren't answering. You disappeared, and I couldn't just—"

"You shouldn't have come," he interrupted, his voice low.

"I couldn't stay away," I admitted. "Lewis, you're my best friend. You've always been my best friend. I don't care what you said two days ago. I know you didn't mean it."

His jaw clenched, and his eyes darted away. "You don't get it, do you? This is why we can't—" He stopped himself, visibly frustrated.

"Can't what? Be friends anymore?" I felt my voice rise despite my resolve to remain calm. "That's bullshit, and you know it. Whatever's going on, we can figure it out. But not like this. Not with you shutting me out."