✔ The Way We Burn || Kol Mikaelson (Complete)

Chapter 47

The first thing Kol and Nora did after searching the redhead's car was to call her parents. Somehow, the phone they found under the front passenger seat still worked in spite o the broken screen and didn't need any password. The contact list enabled them to find the phone number of her father quickly.

Waiting for them, Kol and Nora sat down on the side of the road, the latter bringing her knees up to her chest. She was dressed in a long white linen dress with brown ankle boots, a simple but timeless outfit.

"I can't believe I don't remember where my house is," Nora mumbled for the twelfth time in three minutes.

Kol squeezed her hands, her thin, long fingers trapped inside his grip and the pad of his thumb rubbing circles on her skin. "It's been so long since you lived there, love, and we have lived in so many places. How could you remember?"

"I also forgot my parents' face... I saw my mother from afar in... 1971, I think, but she was so young... I can't recall how she is now."

Kol brought their intertwined hands up to his lips and kissed her knuckles softly before pulling her against his side and draping an arm around her shoulders.

"I didn't remember my mother's face," Kol said lightly. "After so many years, she was only a vague shadow in my memories. And yet, when I saw her today, I recognized her immediately."

Nora nudged him, nonplussed. "You hate her."

True, he did hate the wicked, crazy witch.

"Alright," he sighed before admitting in a wistful voice "then what if I tell you I don't remember Henrik's face? His voice, his face, his laugh, it's all gone now. All I remember is a bright smile and... his kindness."

He paused to take a deep breath through his nostrils, and then continued with a somewhat peaceful yet sad expression, "I can't even remember the pain of losing him. So, darling, tell me, does it make me a bad brother?"

Nora shook her head and curled up against him. She never felt as small as she did at that moment.

"Of course not. It's been so long for you. Even your most beloved memories are bound to fade with time."

"Then what about you? Stop with your double standard and give me a smile."

She did exactly that, gratitude and love shining through her eyes. "Meeting you is the best thing that happened to me, hon."

Such a sentence, said with that sweet voice of hers, was clearly begging for a kiss. So, he clamped his hand on the back of her head and pulled her even closer to him, her scent and warmth engulfing him as his breath mingled with hers.

She ended up on his lap, her hands cradling his face as if he was fragile and precious. His hands slid down to her waist and stopped there, not trying to go any lower. The kiss was slow and tender, loving and soothing. Everything they needed right now.

"I really missed that," Nora whispered against his lips.

"Wish I could say the same but for me, it hasn't been that long," he smirked, watching her eyelashes flutter.

"Lucky you."

***

By the time her parent's car arrived and pulled over, Kol and Nora were both standing properly.

Her mother, a dark-haired small, plump, and beautiful tanned woman whose name was Elizabeth, got out of the car and all but jumped on Nora. She didn't even glance at Kol; all her focus was on her daughter as she made sure Nora wasn't hurt. As for Nora, she was frozen, her eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears.