❝You're in LA, I'm in New York, I missed you today, so bad that it hurt. My heart, it burns, yes it burns, twenty eight hundred miles away.❞ -Blackbear, N Y L A
I got a call from Amelia thirty minutes later. It always felt odd talking to her alone, knowing how she feels about Noah.
"You're good friends with Noah, right?" Amelia's mellifluous voice rings through the phone.
"I'd say so, yeah." I reply warily.
"Who is this girl he's so in love with?" She practically snaps. "He gets all wide-eyed and star struck when he talks about her. It's killing me."
"I can't say," I mutter, mostly for my safety. "They're very low-key right now."
"Who's better for Noah compared to me?" She asks rhetorically. "Noah and I are meant for each other. Diana, when I find out who this girl is, will you help me break them up?"
I had no idea Amelia was this crazy about him. "If she makes him happy, then let them be. If you really love him, you'll move on."
She is silent for a moment. I can almost hear the heartbreak over the phone. "I know you're right. God, this sucks. It's just, I used to be the one who made him like that, you know? It hurts to see the one you love with someone else."
"I can't say I know exactly what you're going through, but I can imagine," I tell her sympathetically. "I've had my fair share of heartbreaks. It gets easier to deal with everyday, until one day it's no longer something to deal with, but instead a memory to look back on."
Amelia chuckles a little, "I can see why you and Noah get along so well. You guys both have these beautiful, shiny outlooks on life."
"Don't get me wrong, some days feel like I have hit rock bottom and decided to dig, but I like to think that's all a part of the process."
"Thank you, Diana," Amelia says. The sincerity in her voice is evident.
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I nervously play with the sleeves of my sweater. Noah has a smile on his face, illuminated by the candle between us, yet the happiness did not reach his eyes. There's something heartbreaking about a smile that isn't genuine.
The setting is beautiful: a candlelit dinner at night on a rooftop restaurant. The city spread out below like an endless ocean, full of life. Noah sits across from me, the glow of youth surrounding him, particularly ambient on this night.
There is something about him tonight that made me fall in a sort of trance. Perhaps it is the small smile on his lips, or the dimple on his cheek; whatever it is makes me feel like the first rain after a drought.
"What did you want to talk about?" I ask hesitantly.
"I like you a lot, Diana," Noah starts. "You're beautiful and kind and sarcastic and you make me laugh. So I hope you understand what I'm about to tell you."
"You're pregnant?" I blurt out before I could stop myself. It seems as though humour is still a defence mechanism.
Noah chuckles, "no, are you?"
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The Art of Falling in Love
Novela Juvenil❝I never used to believe in soulmates, but now I find myself questioning every thought I once had about love. It was almost as though love was too weak a word for what I felt for him, that perhaps soulmate is indeed the correct term. Perhaps every s...
