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 speechless

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

you living alone?”

as she poured me a glass of water. “I used to live with another girl, but she moved in with her boyfriend. Now it’s just

she scrutinized me with narrowed eyes. “Why don’t you

I said with a nod. “But you need to keep the place much

move here, it won’t be this messy all the time. I don’t feel like tidying things

It wasn’t as if she wasn’t doing well financially. She had no reason to live in such

my freedom as an

logic at all. With a shrug, I asked, “How’s your injury?” I couldn’t help but look at her leg

and replied, “It’s nothing serious. I was wearing heels when I fought with Tessa, so I

asked that, the doorbell rang, and she went to open the

up, think of something so we can grab lunch together,” she pestered as she opened the

used to the state of

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

went with something random. “What

She went into her bedroom and bustled around a bit. Luckily, she didn’t waste too much time, or

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

around the moment we sat down. “Babe, tell me everything about you and

on my own spit and looked at her as I coughed. “We were just

looked as if she were actually thinking about