He was messing with her head yet again. Nora knew better than to take things to heart and start crying for that man. And yet, when her eyes welled up with warm, salty tears that trickled down to her lips, she knew she was in for a rough night.
A million thoughts swirled about in her mind, and what dominated those thoughts was the pain she felt. Deep inside her chest, her heart ached and cried out for him. It never made sense to her that she
should cry over something so trivial.
Trivial, for him. She would never associate the word trivial with anything related to him. Every word he spoke, every action and everything about him had no less than a huge impact on her life. She couldn't possibly understand why he wouldn't understand the fact that he was her life.
What was she to do? She didn't think it clever to give up her life to prove her love for him. That was just plain stupid and of course, she was a coward. Wasn't there an easier way out? She pressed on to that question as the pain lingered on.
Her body ached and she was tired as hell, not forgetting the terrible wave of flu she had been having for a week now. She lay on her back and lifted her arms and then her legs into the air, just to make sure they were still functioning. And that she was still alive. She kicked her purple and cream blanket aside furiously and frowned when she realized that she indeed was.
What had she done this time? She couldn't place a finger on it. She remembered him keaving abruptly while they talked about the Batman movies They always had fights, but Nora knew that this was the first time he had left that way. And for what? Just because she wasn't her usual talkative self and was ill? She had expected a little sympathy and she got something way better..insensitive/ confusing behaviour, and this. A night that just wouldn't pass.
With her eyes closed, she tried counting sheep but her lids shot open before she could say 'five'. This wouldn't work.
Nothing would, in fact. Because as much as she tried to ignore the fact, it was true. Nora knew things between them were changing. She let her mind drift.
Two years, it had been two years and she still loved him with all her life. He would always be her top priority and she still would die for a minute with him even after all these years.
But she wasn't sure if he felt the same way.
She knew that he loved her, of course he did. She trusted him with her life over this fact. But it wasn't enough anymore. How would she make him realize that they had come a long way from being just a couple? He had become a necessity for her. Her friends would tell her that she was obsessed and though she would shush these accusations, Nora knew deep down that they were right.
She had become so used to him. So much so, that she would easily go without eating or getting any sleep at all, but a day without him would make her lose her nuts.
But did he feel the same way? She doubted it, but she couldn't blame him. He was the guy, after all. She liked to believe that all guys were like that.
