ZARA; another phase.
TWO MONTHS LATER
Two months passed before I knew what was happening, and there was still no sign of Noah. Nothing. No texts. No calls. No apology. Not even a stupid emoji.
I forced myself to forget about him.
Forced myself to delete his name from my phone.
The wing necklace he gave me?
I took it off weeks ago.
At first, I kept it in my drawer.
Then I hid it at the bottom of my bag.
Then one day, I couldn’t stand looking at it anymore, so I shoved it into a box and pushed it under my bed like it was toxic.
Even after two months, even after everything I went through, even after forcing myself to heal…
There was still this tiny, embarrassing part of me waiting for him to show up, checking my phone to see if I could find answers to at least the reason why he i
