Nora's standpoint.
I sat on the floor in the white-walled funeral home in the hospital. The room was decorated with beautiful flowers but nothing was beautiful; not about me, not in my life.
Dressed in a black dress with my hair packed in a ponytail, I wore a dark shade over my eyes to cover my now swollen eyes, from crying throughout the night.
My eyes landed on the coffins in front of the room; my mom laying next to my dad. It felt like a nightmare, only that this is real.
I have the night to sleep it over, but they were still there waiting for me to bury them.
How could she do this to me? I thought, my heart felt like it was being shredded apart across the world. Why did she have to kill her and leave me alone in this messed up world?
The last images of my mom flashed before my eyes.
Blood, knife, her phone covered in blood and her lifeless body in her blood. Her open eyes would haunt me forever.
“Nora?” A gentle voice called, and I turned to its direction. It was Alexander, dressed in a black suit and his face etched with worry and understanding, not some lame ass pity look I've been getting all day.
People trooped in and out of the funeral room; people I haven't seen before, friends I was no longer in contact with and family whom I haven't seen for ages. I was just tired of being pitied.
Every “My condolences,” felt like a mockery to my ears. As though, they were waiting for this.
“Hi,” I muttered in a low voice, shifting my gaze back to the coffins.
Alexander sat beside me, taking my hand in his and our gaze met.
“You're not alone, Nora. I'm here for you.” His masculine voice reached my ear, filling my heart with warmth I fought against
No… I don't deserve this. I don't deserve to be at peace after failing my parents.
If only I had a responsible boyfriend, my dad's life would have been saved and my mom would be here, and I won't have to deal with all these pitiful faces.
I wriggled my hand from his grip, gulping down at the guilt that clawed at my insides.
“Thanks, I appreciate that.” I whispered, tears creeping into my voice.
A nurse approached us, holding a file. “Miss Andrew?” She called in a gentle voice, pulling me away from my lingering thought.
“Do you mind…?” She shrugged, referring to my parents, but before I could respond, Alexander rose to his feet.
“I'll take care of that, you may leave.” He said to the nurse in a cold voice.
As if jinxed by him, she handed the file to him and left.
Alexander sat beside me again, and we watched as the room grew empty. I struggled to get to my feet, Alexander helping me up.
We walked to the front, my hands placed on both.
“It's fine if you're not ready yet, we could…" I butted in abruptly.
“I'm ready.” My voice quivered, and I sniffled, wiping off my tears under the shade.
“Okay,” He nodded but stared at me with his eyes filled with worry that I might break.
“I'm fine, Alex,” I muttered as I met his gaze.
“It breaks me more that you're telling me you're fine when you clearly are not.”
Without waiting for a response, he gave me the document which I signed. I took another look at them, their struggles to live, to win, evident on their now cold bodies.
I must fight, I must avenge them and I must win, I thought within me, clenching my fists as they were wheeled in to be cremated.
“Let's get you home, Nora. You haven't slept a wink since last night.” Alexander uttered which I nodded to.
We walked out of the funeral house and as we walked into the hospital's waiting area, I couldn't hold my tears back. It felt as though my mom would be there, waiting to hug me after all these nightmares, but the waiting area felt empty, despite crawling with people.
“Nora?” His voice pulled me to reality, and we walked out of the hospital.
He held out the door for me, I settled in, and he got into the car, igniting it.
Though I lived alone in my apartment, it felt like home each time my parents visited. My mom, standing at the door with her homemade chicken soup with my dad by her side, getting me beautiful flowers Leon never did.
The journey to my apartment was silent, not that I didn't have anything to say. In fact, I did.
I wanted to ask my dad why he didn't fight harder, just a little more minutes and I would have saved him.
I wanted to ask my mom why she thought suicide was the best option, why she would think about the pain I'd go through.
But I did have the strength… It was as though life had been drained out of my very existence.
Alexander pulled over at the parking lot and walked me to my door. I grabbed the keys from the pants I wore under the dress and tried to open the door. But my wobbly hands wouldn't find the keyhole.
“Allow me,” he said, his fingers brushing off mine as he took the key.
He opened the door, and we walked in, but I halted. My eyes scanned around; it used to be my home, but now it feels like just a mere wall to hide my pain from the world.
“That's enough,” I thought aloud.
“Would you be okay?” Alexander asked, his eyes scanning mine.
I nodded, wrapping my hands around myself. Thanks to the shade I wore, I was able to make it through the day.
“I'll leave then,” He said and dropped something on the table. “That's my card, call me if you need anything.”
He hesitated, his lips slightly parted, and his face contoured with disappointment. “Bye then.”
He walked towards the door but as I watched him leave, the thought of being alone, being alone to wallow in my own thoughts felt as though I was being thrown into the first World War.
“Wait!” My breath hitched with my eyes squeezed shut, not believing myself. He turned to me with his brows raised. “Could… Do you... Stay with me, please. Please.” My voice came with a desperate plea and tears followed.
He rushed to me, wrapping his hands around me while he patted my back.
“Shush… That's enough now, I'm here for you.” He said in a hushed voice that I would have found it sexy on a normal day.
And maybe I do…
Before I could think twice about my action, he carried me off my feet like a bride, waiting to be devoured by her husband, and took me into the bedroom.
He tucked me in and sat beside me, holding my hands. I had never been so scared of being alone.
“Can I ask you something?” I tilted my head to him and asked.
“Sure,” he nodded with a genuine smile. It was the first I've seen for the day.
“Why did you offer me that deal? Not because of your mom, I want the truth.” My voice came like a whisper but just as I suspected, a flash of mixed emotions flashed on his face.
“What do you mean? You know why,” he forced a smile, looking away from me.
“I saw how you looked at me, Alexander and I know there's more to it.”
“Umm… I've always had this weird dream where I fall in love with this lady and I…" He looked at me, his lips trembling slightly. “You're the woman and I want to be close to you.” He swiftly said, squeezing his eyes shut that he might regret what he just said.
I stared at him for a moment before laughing. He opened his eyes, confused.
I sat up and moved closer to him until I could feel his breath on my lips. My thoughts went blurry for a second, and before I could gather them back, my lips pressed against his.
At first, he was reluctant but he gave his body to me, cupping my face like a little baby as he kissed me back, his tongue invading my mouth. While we kissed, my shade fell off, revealing my swollen eyes and causing him to stop.
“Poor you!” He whined as he gently touched my face.
Before I could speak, something got my attention; a clock-like timer on his neck. But I was more shocked when I saw what was written above it.
“Time left to live.”
My chin dropped, and a gasp escaped my lips.
“Are you okay, Nora?”
He has 90 days to live!
