❝We're meant to be end-game❞
THIS IS NOT A LOVE STORY; THIS IS A TRAGEDY.
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Nora thinks she is living out her dream. So why does it feel like such a nightmare?
Nora loves Oliver. Oliver loves Nora. It's meant to be simple. But with Oliver's old h...
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FIVE YEARS LATER
There were two things Nora hated when it came to plans; tardiness and drinking too much. By the time Oliver strolled in, she was on her fourth glass of wine.
"Hey, Nor-"
"You're late."
He rolled his eyes and flopped onto the mahogany chair beside her. "Sorry, I was at a meeting."
"It's been three hours. You could have texted me..."
He placed his hand on her knee. "I'm sorry. Now, can we please eat?"
Nora scoffed before getting up from the table. Could he not see the empty plate in front of her? "Well, did you expect me to wait for you?"
"Come on, don't be like that. I'm so tired already and I don't want to fight."
"We aren't fighting!"
"Then come sit down with me. Please."
She watched carefully as he got up and slowly trailed kisses from her temple, to her cheek, to her neck to her-
"Stop," She managed to choke out, knowing she would eventually cave in and forgive him even though it was the fourth time that week that he came late to dinner. It was only Thursday. He had a silver tongue that would always persuade her to forgive him. Even in high school, after his...affair with she-who-shall-not-be-named, he managed to make Nora fall in love with him all over again.
"I love you, you know that," He murmured.
Forgiven. "Yes, I do."
"And I'm going to make it up to you. End of this week, I promise."
He placed a kiss on her head before loosening his tie and unbuttoning his top buttons, exposing the vest underneath. She sighed before unbuttoning the rest for him, lingering near his bottom buttons. Her fingers trailed up his abs and chest, ending up around his neck.
"Kiss me," She exhaled, already breathless from looking at his sheer perfection.
He smiled and brushed his lips against hers. Her knees felt like they were about to buckle.
"I'm going to go change."
She snapped out of her daze and smiled weakly. "Oh. Okay."
He left her to go to their room. Her eyes followed him as he ascended up the marble staircase. Their apartment was relatively new and it was truly a masterpiece, a work of art. The architecture was so well planned in all three storeys. High ceilings, curved door frames, glasswork at every glance. It was perfect and pristine.
