Nora
As soon as Manic was gone, she collapsed. That numbness from the past few months fading into something dark and cold.
If she could feel like a color, it would be that dark navy blue dress Alex gave to her that one birthday he admitted he loved her for lifetimes. Not admitted. Lied.
If she could be a flower, it would be a dead one that was knocked over and left in front of the wrong person’s headstone.
If she could—
“Nora,” Alex put his damn hands around her shoulders to try and, what? Suddenly he wants to offer moral support?
This is the part where things are going wrong. He should be leaving soon.
“Let’s go. We can figure out—”
“We?!” Nora can feel her eyes nearly ejecting from their sockets. “What we? Unless you ae referring to the royal we pertaining
