You don't need to explain what the butterfly effect is to Lando Norris because with one single change of events, the love of his life forgot all about him and their 3 year relationship.
3 years;
36 months;
156 weeks;
1095 days;
26,280 hours;
All gon...
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Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Tɪᴍᴇ ﹣₂₀₂₄
The sound of the door slamming shut drums in my ears. It immediately triggers a sob to escape my lips as I try to let the truth in.
So many questions were left unanswered, confirming that my parents had been right all those years and my own intuition had been fooling me all along.
I have no idea how even to start describing what kind of betrayal I feel coursing through my veins as if it turned into a poison destined to burn my insides.
How pathetic I must have been for her. The joy and the laughs she must have had when I so quickly took her back, not remembering the past five years.
But all of it comes back to me, to my intuition. And mostly, how I failed myself.
"Hey Aurora," Jesslyn walks in. She smiles at me, and her eyes dartle momentarily to the box with the photobook. "What was in there?"
"A photobook."
"Have you looked through it yet?"
"No," I shake my head. "Too confrontational, I think."
"I get it," she checked my IV before disconnecting it. "Let's go outside. I want you to take a walk with me and get some fresh air, too."
I nod and follow Jeslynn out of the room, silently walking beside her to the elevator and down to the ground floor. The fresh air is refreshing, and I take a deep breath in and out.
"Jesslyn!" A nurse calls her, and Jesslyn apologizes to me before heading to whoever called her. I take a seat at one of the benches and try to relax. The sun is warm on my face, and I close my eyes and rest my head backward.
"Hi, do you mind if I take a seat?" I open my eyes, and in front of me stands a tall guy, his hair having a soft, natural curl.
"Uh, no, go ahead," I say as I shift a bit to give him more space.
"Thank you," He takes a seat and smiles at me. "How are you?"
His accent is vaguely recognizable, but I push it aside. It is just a British tourist, probably, and him asking how I am is perhaps just British politeness.
"Do I know you?" I ask him nonetheless. I need to be careful with whom to trust nowadays, as the reminders of Valerie's betrayal still linger deep inside me.
He shakes his head, "I don't assume so, but I know you."
