❝We're meant to be end-game❞
THIS IS NOT A LOVE STORY; THIS IS A TRAGEDY.
♡
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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Nora watched carefully as a couple of bell-boys lugged her heavy bags out of the elevator. Her eyes darted around nervously. That day could have been an anomaly in Oliver's schedule. He could return any minute.
"Please hurry," She pleaded standing aside as they placed the bags into the car. As soon as they finished, Nora practically threw herself out of the door and into the backseat. Just as the car was pulling out Nora spotted Charlie and Oliver walking towards the apartment. She quickly ducked her head and slammed her hand on the back of the driver's seat.
"Hurry!"
Just as she was peeking out of the window, Oliver seemed to look around randomly and his eyes met Nora's. A whirlwind of emotions seemed to go through his mind in the few split seconds it took for him to recognise Nora. As his eyebrows furrowed in realisation and his mouth opened to call her, the car zoomed off. He tried to chase the car but it was no use.
Nora couldn't look away. She watched as his tall figure shrunk smaller and smaller until he was a mere blimp in the distance. That pain in her chest became even more unbearable.
"Oli..." She rasped, as if he could hear her.
Wiping away her tears, Nora turned around and fastened her seatbelt. She suddenly felt too drained to keep her head up and bounced it back against the seat.
As the car headed towards Madeline's chosen destination for their lunch together, Nora became more and more reluctant to meet her. A part of her wanted to tell the driver to do a U-turn and drive back. She would sprint back to her love, leap into his arms, her safe haven, and he would promise to never let go. They would be unstoppable.
"We've arrived, Ms Lawrence," The driver announced, exiting the car to open her door.
Nora sighed and gathered her fleeting thoughts and emotions before gracefully exiting the car. A bored looking paparazzo made eye contact with her and there seemed to be a flash of recognition in his eyes. But, considering Nora hadn't modelled or stepped into the lime light for the past three years, he shrugged and continued to scan the elite area for better stars. The lack of attention put a smile on Nora's face.
The grand Parisian café pulled attracted Nora in like a magnet. The soft, gentle accordion serenaded her in while the dull yet warm light of hundreds of candles and the smell of french gastronomy stopped her from going back. At the centre of the French scene was Madeline Lockhart in the flesh. For a girl who said she didn't like attention anymore, Madeline sure knew how to attract it. Her bright blue skirt and top practically screamed 'LOOK AT ME'. It was ironic, really.
Nora still had deep-rooted mixed feelings about Madeline. But with every passing day, any anger she had for her friends dissipated bit by bit. Nora was beginning to understand why Madeline did what she did all those years ago. Her actions weren't that of a cold-hearted mistress but of a lovesick teen who truly loved Oliver. Teen love was a strong force and it drove Madeline to insanity, to drugs and drunk nights. She was a victim, not a villain.
