As Time Passes By

Chapter nineteen: acknowledgement

Noelle

I startled awake from a big thump on the ground. I thought I was dying from a crash.

When I realized I was in a car, with Layla and Liam on each of my side with their heads on my shoulder, sleeping like sheeps.

Not gonna lie, it's already midnight in London, and I didn't even know who carried me all the way to the car when I didn't even know that we had already arrived.

I wiped my drool off and turned on my phone.

"Fucking heaven, I miss you." I muttered to myself before kissing the screen of my phone like some kind of obsessed bitch and turned off the airplane mode.

I was met with thousands of missed audio calls from Timmy that literally made my phone lag.

Approximately after 20 minutes, we finally reached Nama's mansion that was only used for us and not for her.

We got our luggage out and walked inside the mansion and entered our rooms for the night.

All twelve of us cousins didn't talk because we were too tired to open our mouths just to talk.

I reached my room which was in the 2nd floor of the mansion.

It was all plain white which was truthfully boring.

But hey, at least there's a bed and an outlet next to it for my charging when I want to chit chat with random people on the internet.

I settled my luggage aside and jumped on the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under my body.

Then, my phone rang. Timmy called.

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Me: bro it's fucking midnight in England please let me sleep

Timmy: It's 7 o'clock in the morning here and I don't give a shit because I've been sitting on Noah's bedside for the past 7 hours

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I jumped from my bed, confusion and nervousness visible on my face.

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Me: bitch what?

Timmy: Noelle, I can't keep this from him forever! He still doesn't know that you're in England–

Me: Timmy, I said spill the fucking shit not to explain a whole article about Noah not finding out

Timmy: Promise you won't fly to Philippines like Spiderman?

Me: PROMISE

Timmy: Real–

Me: Stop acting like a character ai bot, and spit it out–

Timmy: NOAH CUTTED HIS WRISTS OPEN BECAUSE HE WAS GOING CRAZY OVER YOU NOT ANSWERING HIM!

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I stood there, silent. Noah had committed a life-threatening shit all because I ignored him for the sake of my parents.

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Me: How is he?

Timmy: I just transported blood for him because he lost alot!

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Tears began to spike on my eyes, making my breathing hitch and making me sniff.

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Timmy: Are you crying?

Me: No... But why?

Timmy: Noelle, Noah. Fucking. Loves. You.

Me: No, Timmy. I. Fell. Harder. Than him. I'm fucking obsessed with him, Timmy. I fucking did. But I had to ignore him for the sake of my fucking parents because they never wanted me to get into a relationship with Noah. I'm sorry, Timmy. But I don't think I could explain to him. Even after what happened.

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I flung myself back to the bed, tears scooters down to my cheeks as stupidity replayed Timmy's words.

Noah fell for me truly, but I only fell inlove with him because I was forced. That's not true love. That's the way you play with someone.

He ran away half of my heart, now I'm half dead but fully obsessed of making him mine that I could hurt him physically and mentally.

I buried my face deeper on the pillow, not wanting to make anyone hear my muffled cries when it's literally Christmas.

The love I was showing him was never true, but it was a game I failed to win.

"Why did I even fall for him.." I muttered to myself before drifting to the land of nightmares after 3 hours.