❝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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Nora woke up rather disorientated. She briefly forgot where she was before remembering what happened with Oliver on that doomed night three days ago. The modern, metal cage in which the light bulb was enclosed above her head differed greatly to the grand chandelier in Oliver and Nora's room. Well, Oliver's room. While she stared at the unlit bulb aimlessly, dread began to set in. She knew she would have to restart her life. And in doing so, she would have to get over the love of her life.
She found a charger in the bedside table drawer beside her and sluggishly plugged her dead phone in. As soon as it switched back on, the silence in the room was interrupted by countless 'ping' sounds from her phone.
Forty eight missed calls.
Sixteen texts.
All from the same green-eyed boy.
'Nora please reply'
'I'm sorry plz call back'
'Please forgive me'
Tears prickled her eyes as she continued to scroll through her notifications. Oliver was remorseful. He apologised. She wanted to forgive him so bad. But she knew he would make the same mistakes. The break-up would be good for them. And maybe someday, if he got better, they could get back together. It took everything in her to clear her notifications and not reply to him.
She also found an email from the Dean's office asking for a meeting to discuss Nora's many absences from her classes in college. If it were any other student they would have been kicked out immediately. But it was different with Nora because of how she spent her teen years on magazine covers and runways. Her fame was her shield but the shield could only do so much.
She ignored the email (typical) and pulled herself out of bed. Her bathroom routine was cut short because she had left her various face washes, moisturisers, toners, exfoliators and teeth-whiteners in the apartment. Along with most of her wardrobe and life's belongings. Maybe she was being impulsive when she broke up with Oliver but something in her told her it was the right choice. She would obviously have to go back to get her things. One of the perks of having been such an amazing fiancée was that she had memorised his schedule and could easily remember it like the back of her hand. It was Wesnesday so he started late and finished late. He would come back to the house for lunch but he would only stay for fifty minutes, shorter now probably because Nora wouldn't be there. She decided she would go back at three because by that point Oliver would be in a meeting so there was no way she could accidentally bump into him.
The tank top and shorts ensemble she slept in was definitely too risqué when it came to staying over in someone's house, especially with someone like Ben who she didn't even know that well. Her only other options were a mini skirt or short dress. Nora mentally scolded herself for packing like she was planning on becoming a stripper. The shiny, silver handle of the closet glinted in the light, attracting her attention. Perhaps she could find something suitable to wear in it. Opening it she found the closet to be filled with both women's clothes and men's clothes. She figured the women's clothes belonged to Ben's ex-wife. She couldn't take her clothes, that would be way too weird. She would come off like a stalker who was trying to replace his wife. Instead she chose a plain white t-shirt of his to pair with a skirt in her bag and made her way downstairs.
