Norah & Daniel

Chapter-41

Yeah, okay I know, I know, I am superrrr duperrr extra late. I am ashamed too. It has been like more than 20 days since I last posted. -_-

Sorrrrryyyyy!! Really. I was busy with assignments, projects and volunteering stuff.

Also this is short and unedited because it has been a long day and I am hella tired but I wanted to get this chapter out today so this was all I could manage. I will make the corrections tomorrow. =)

But aside from that, thank you to all the new readers. Hope you're liking it so far. And a shout out to in fact all the readers for putting up with my disastrous updating schedule. I love you all! Thank you so much! ♥♥

On the side is the violin piece mentioned in the chapter. I quite love it and I think you should check it out too.---->>>

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"So you just walked away?" Anya asked for the third time, her eyes staring at me with disbelief. "And he didn't even stop you? Not even once?"

I shook my head. "No."

"Huh." She made a pondering face, scowling a little. "I am still unable to process how that could happen."

"Well, it did." I sighed internally. "But it's okay. I wasn't expecting anything else anyway."

"I was," she said, "After all the things you told him, it seems impossible to believe that he didn't say anything and just let you walk away."

I rubbed my face with my hands. "I don't know. I don't want to think about it."

Normally, I wouldn't have told Anya about what happened, or more like what didn't happen, at Daniel's, because in every sense of the word it would be awkward, but when your former best friend demands you to sit your ass down on the front steps of the house and tell her every single detail, it hardly leaves you with any another choice.

Anya was staring at me with a look in her eyes, a little pity and a little regret. I chose to not to let it get to me.

No more feeling sorry for myself.

"Well," Anya started, getting up from the stairs. "It rarely happens but I really don't know what to say, but I hope everything gets better."

"Yeah," I breathed out, nodding my head, staring at the night sky and listening to the sound of crickets.

Everything was going to get better someday, no matter what. It didn't depend on what Daniel chose for us. Even if we were over, and I really moved to New York, that would still be alright. It would give dad and me a new start.

When you have been to the rock bottom, every single path can only take you up, and that was what I was going to do; see the good in anything that comes my way.

"So see you tomorrow at school then?"

I smiled, giving her a little nod.

Returning the smile, Anya walked towards her powder blue Ford parked in my driveway.

I waved her a goodbye and watched as her car disappeared away in the darkness of the night. Even after the sound of the rumble of the engine was gone from the air, I was still standing at my spot.

There is always some kind of comfort that comes with the night time, like it nurses you of the things that happened during the day. It seems like the perfect time to be alone, for once when you can be whatever you really want to be, happy, sad, whatever. It doesn't judge.