[completed] Nova Carter knows exactly what the next few years of her life will look like: she will work harder than anyone else (as she didn't get into New York University to slack off); she'll be keeping her head down and prioritizing getting her a...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Chapter Twenty-five | Stay With Us
♫Stay With Us by Seoul
At least seven different pairs of pants are sprawled all over the floor.
I'm not at all a messy person, neither am I that extremely picky about the pair of pants I wear, but I am growing agitated. I want to wear my leg braces, but they'll need to fit underneath my pants. The mere idea of walking outside with them rising from my shoes to clutch around my pants with everyone seeing and staring is giving me hives.
So far, almost none of my pants fit over the braces, and the ones that did were still too tight, to the point where the brace formed a bulge where there shouldn't be one.
My phone buzzes somewhere underneath pants #2 (black jeans) and pants #4 (lightwashed blue jeans). I dive onto the floor, tripping over the mess on the floor, and wince as I dig it out.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Olivia wasn't home when I got back from the hospital and I think she's been avoiding me ever since, because even when I woke up (late) this morning, she was gone.
Admittedly, it has given me the feeling of comfort. I feel comfortable enough to make an absolute mess of the space, apparently, since Olivia isn't here to judge me for it. This mess in particular is one I'd rather not have Milo (or anyone) see.
