When There Is Nothing Left But Love

It was quite far away, in a neighborhood near the north. Once I got off the car, I called Nora.

The phone rang for quite a while before she picked up. “Babe! Are you here?”

“I’m right downstairs.”

“Okay, give me a second.”

Five minutes later, I saw her limping down the stairs. She seemed rather unkempt in just her pyjamas with her hair simply tied in a messy bun.

She opened the door, and her face broke into a wide grin at the sight of the chrysanthemums in my hands. As she reached out to take them, she asked, “How did you know I liked chrysanthemums?”

What?

I had no idea. If it wasn’t for Armond, I wouldn’t even have thought of it.

At the sight of her happy smile, I couldn’t help but admit, “Armond asked me to buy them. I thought they would be a bit of a bad omen at first, but I saw these pretty pink ones at a flower shop on my way here and bought them.”

She chuckled. “I guess Mr. Murphy is still on his toes when it comes to this stuff. I only mentioned it once, and yet, he remembered. Looks like I might be likely to be marrying Mr. Bachelor in the future, huh?”

After that, she invited me in, and I followed her upstairs. Her house was incredibly messy, which left me a bit speechless. “Quick question – how do you live in a mess like this?”

She stuck the flowers into a random vase and gathered large bunches of messy clothes off the sofa and onto the bed. “I can’t sleep if it’s too tidy.”

struck

it was maybe eight hundred square feet with two bedrooms, a living

living alone?” I

live with another girl, but she moved

don’t you move in with me so we can

you need to keep the place much tidier. I

like tidying things up when it’s just me here. After all, if

wasn’t doing well financially. She had no reason to

as an adult,

I asked, “How’s your injury?” I couldn’t help but look at her

serious. I was wearing heels when I fought

that, the doorbell rang, and she

something so we can grab lunch together,”

completely used to the state of the place and said,

what she had to do. “So, what do you want to eat?” she asked

so I went with something random. “What about fish?

she didn’t waste too much time, or we would probably have

place, so we found a restaurant that served fish and chips

sat down. “Babe,

looked at her as I coughed. “We were just another arranged marriage. Mr. Bauman was the one

if she were actually thinking about it. “Are you two planning