"freedom, falling, a feeling i thought was set in stone. slips through my fingers, trying hard to let go." -
-waves, dean lewis.
noora | tuesday | time unknown
"well?" chris said.
william took a deep breath, clutching my hand tightly.
"i'm so sorry noora, my dad is a fucking prick, i'll be back as soon as i can." he gave me a passionate kiss, stuffed some clothes in a bag and left, handing me his keys. "come here whenever you want, call me if you need me."
"i'll see you soon." i whispered, my voice cracking.
i sat back down on william's bed with a loud sigh. i missed him already, his warmth.
i clutched at his pillow— it smelt like him.
i decided the plan was just to mope about until i had to go to school.
i picked up my phone, seeing 10 missed calls from... vilde?
"vilde?"
"noora." a cold voice said down the phone.
"vilde, are you ready to talk?" i said hopefully.
"no, quite the opposite. you fucking bitch!" she screamed.
"wh... what?" i choked, feeling tears form in my eyes.
"you just couldn't keep away from him, could you? you slut!" she spat.
"vilde, please, i..."
"you're pathetic, noora sætre." she cried.
"vilde, i'm sorry..." i said quietly, tears rolling down my face.
"sorry? if you were sorry, you wouldn't have pursued this thing you think you have with william, you slut!" i could feel the hatred in her voice. she hated me. "he loves me, so i'm giving you your final warning. stay. away."
with that, the phone went silent.
i collapsed onto the bed, letting my tears blur my vision until i fell asleep.
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poor noora my baby )))):
