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NORA'S POV

Seeing him again yesterday made me feel sick to my stomach. I have never thought that I will see him again, and I never wanted to see him again, never fucking again.

He haven't changed, not a bit. And it's been two years since I saw him. Two fucking years and he's back again. And he saw me.

The way he looked at me, with his smirk, made me remember times when we were together, and when I actually thought he was amazing person.

Two years ago we were dating, god I was so in love with him. I didn't knew what kind of person he was back then, but when I found out, I packed my all things and left him. He pleaded me to stay, saying that he loves me and cares for me, but our relationship was a lie, a whole fucking lie that I believed. I believed that our love existed.

He made me think that he loved me, cared for me. And I was stupid to think that. Since then I haven't talked to him, never.

Ryle used me, for short - just for sex. He made a deal with his best friends that he will make me believe that he was in love with me, and then at the end, he would just simply use me for his pleasure.

But it was two years ago, now I'm happy and I actually moved on, I even forgot about him. Until now.

But then seeing him again made me remember the times we shared together, the way I thought we 'loved' each other. But in reality it was just me in this relationship.

"Nora are you okay?" Atlas asks sitting besides me, we were both drinking our morning coffee, and watching tv, while my both cats were laying next to us.

I'm not exactly okay, fuck, I'm not okay. When I saw Ryle I think everything changed and my 'love' for him came back. What am I even saying.

"Yea, I'm okay, don't worry." I grab my cup with both of my hands and take a sip of my coffee.

The whole morning I was thinking about him, my mind couldn't stop replying memories of him and I, the way he kissed me, the way he used to hold me, the way he used to say 'I love you' everytime. The way he used to call me nicknames that I'll never forgot.

I missed him, of course I missed him, but I'll never forgive him, and I will never forget what he did to me.

All the time while going to work I tried to forget about him, tried to erase him from my mind, but I just simply couldn't.

I take out my phone and text Atlas, saying that I'm almost at work. He wanted to know where I am every time, not because he's worried about me but because he 'wants to make sure I'm safe' whatever that means.

When I'm almost near the flower shop, I glance in front of me and I couldn't believe what I saw. My heart dropped with my phone on the fucking ground.

Shit. The phone.

Ryle was leaning against the wall of the flower shop, and when he saw me he slowly made his way towards me, while I was standing frozen, not knowing what to do.

"Baby." He whispers, almost to himself, before he gulps, and tries to place his hand on my cheek, but with all my strength I push his hand away and he nods, knowing that I don't want him to touch me.

I stand there, with him in front of me, not knowing what to do, or what to say, but one thing I know right now, is that I actually want to disappear right now, and forget that I actually saw him.

What is he doing here? And how did he found out where I work?

"It's been a long time." Ryle says, his voice breaks at the end of his sentence, while me on the other hand, I couldn't speak.

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