After

Chapter 22

*Sorry for any mistakes*

Richelle's pov
The journey back was horrible, and not in the sense that Noah was crying and yelling for the entire time. No. The horrible part was the silence, and it's still like that now. I didn't know what to say to him as we drove home. I wanted to hug him, make him feel better, but I didn't know how; and I still don't.

Even now, at home; his home, I have no idea what to do. He still hasn't said a word, neither have I. As soon as we got back, he just walked upstairs without saying a word. In fact, he's still there now. Poor Noah! I beg his face is lying in his pillow as he silently cries inside. I can't believe Amanda would do this to him! He doesn't deserve it.

After making up my mind of what to do, I walk into the kitchen and make him a cup of tea. There's nothing like a hot drink to warm your heart! Also, when me and him were teenagers, whenever Noah got dumped by a girl, he was a hit with the ladies, I always made him a cup of tea. Somehow, it made him feel better. Hopefully it works this time, even though this wasn't a normal breakup; they were going to be married soon!

Carefully, I walk up the stairs holding the drink for him. Once I reach the top, I slowly walk towards his and Aman- his room. However, I stop myself from entering when I hear the noise of someone crying; Noah! He isn't crying mentally, he's crying physically!

I let out a sad sigh, and knock on his door. He doesn't answer, so I ask, "Noah? Can I come in?"

"Yeah." He mumbles, letting me twist the door handle and opening the door.

I enter and my eyes fill with sorrow at the sight before me. I was right! His face is hiding in the pillow, but I can see the tear stains on his pillow. Oh, I feel so bad for him! This break up seems to be upsetting him more than I thought it would. Seeing him like this is hurting me!

Realising that I've been looking at him for a good few minutes now, I slowly walk towards him and sit down on the soft bed beside him. I place my hand on his back gently, and rub it in comfort. Then, I place the cup of tea on his bedside table, which makes his head turn towards it.

"It's for you." I say, pointing to it.

"Thanks." He replies, sitting up to take the drink, and then sipping it.

We sit there for a while until he finishes the drink, but it doesn't seem to help. He lets out a sigh, places the empty mug back on the table, and lies down again on the bed, his head resting back on the pillow. I take that as my cue to leave, so I stand up and walk towards the door.

I'm about to leave, but his voice calls out, "Stay."