Apartment 311

Ch | 76

"If you have a twin flame, you are fated to meet this person at some point in your life journey. The two of you will be pulled together like magnets! You will know when you've connected with this person because you'll immediately experience a sense of recognition. Many people describe an uncanny sense of having known their twin flame all their lives. When you encounter the person who carries the other half of your energy, it can create a profound and life-altering sense of wholeness."

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Brooklyn Noelle Brankovich

Chapter Seventy-six: "Can we talk"

There was a knock on the door. I stopped struggling to open the pickle jar and grunted in disappointment. Me- 0. Groceries- 1.

"I'll be back for you," I said, eyeing the sandwich I was in the middle of making.

As I neared the door to my apartment, I reminded myself to breathe. Just breathe.

It's just Noah, I thought in my head. It's not like you're meeting him for the first time.

My lips went tight in an 'o' as I let air through them and finally put my hand to the doorknob.

When I opened the door, there was Noah. I had texted him to come over and talk about things yet his presence seemed unexpected. Probably because I didn't think he'd bother to show up.
It's been, like, a week, he was probably over me at this point.

"Hey," he said, walking inside.

I shut the door and waited three seconds before replying. "Hey."

The hard part is over, getting him there, now for the harder part: the talk.

Noah took a seat on my couch in the living room area and I sat in the white chair to the left.

"I really don't want to argue, I've had enough of the yelling and fussing," I stated clearly, my voice low and almost timid.

"How have you been?" Noah asked me.

"Good. You?"

He hunched his shoulders. "Good. Your family?"

"They're okay," I made up. My father is alright, but his wife, I don't know about her.

"Good, I'm glad. Rick and Emereigh asked for you."

I nodded. "I miss them."

Now, enough of the chit-chat. We both know he didn't come over to endure awkward small talk.

"Okay," I gulped. "I'll get right into it, I'm sorry."

He looked at me like he was waiting for something. "Normally when people apologize, they say what they're apologizing for."

"For whatever you're mad about," I squeaked.

"Fuck. If that's your apology, then keep it. That's bullshit, you know exactly what I'm mad about."

I shrunk in my seat, feeling meek. "About my mother? Noah, I can't control her. I already apologized for this, I get it."

"You think I'm still on that?" He roared.