British Guys Aren't Cute

British Guys Aren't Cute - Chapter Twenty-Six

“Milo called to see if you were okay, he asked me to check on you,” he answered, concern filling his ocean blue eyes. Nora’s gaze fell to the floor as he mentioned Milo, Nora unable to hide the emotion that filled her eyes when he was mentioned. “Nor, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing, I’m fine. Just tell him I’m fine,” Nora replied, stuttering a little towards the end. She had told Sean that she was fine, but it would take a lot more than that to convince Sean. 

“Nora, what’s wrong?” He questioned again. 

“Nothi-”

“Don’t give me that bull shit Nora, what’s wrong? Did Milo do something?” Sean interrupted her, his voice rising. Nora opened her mouth to reply, before realizing that if she said the words then she would have to face them, accept them. She opened her mouth to speak them, the words rising up her throat like vomit, before tears started flowing out of her eyes, her words changing into gasps of air as she began to cry. Sean stepped forward, wrapping his arms around the crying Nora, holding her tight as he let her cry on his shoulder. 

“Let it out, hun, what’s wrong,” He questioned, as Nora tried to gain control of her tears. 

“I-I don’t-t trust him,” Nora stutter, tears still rolling down her cheeks. “I-I should; but I don’t,”

Sean looked down at his best friend, wondering to himself who had put these ideas in her head. Of course Nora could trust Milo? She loved him didn’t she? He hadn’t heard her say it, but he could see it in her eyes when Milo was around or something simple like his name was mentioned. Her eyes would light up like never before, her green eyes looking so bright that the green was alive, swirling around her pupil in happiness. She had to trust him to love him, didn’t she?

“Of course you do, hun, of course you trust him! You love him don’t you!” Sean replied, still holding Nora tight. She pushed him away as he said this, her heart beat picking up slightly. 

“No,” she answered shaking her head, “I don’t lov-” 

“Of course you do! Jesus, Nora, everyone can see it but you!” Sean replied, unwrapping his arms from around Nora and placing them on her shoulders. She shook her head in reply, pushing everything Sean was saying out of her head.

She couldn’t be in love with Milo. Love to her was the worst thing in the world. It was what plagued her father with his relationship with her mother. He loved her to his dying breath, despite the fact that she had cheated on his and divorced him six years earlier. Despite everything her mother through at her father, he loved her, the final beat of his heart was for her, everything he did was for her. 

Nora shook her head for the final time, her green eyes holding back tears as memories began to plague her head once again. 

“Just go, Sean,” she whispered, backing away from her best friend before turning around and walking back into her room, slamming her door as she did. She ran to her bed,  lifting up her covers and climbing under. She lay under the covers, pulling her knees up to her chest, before letting the tears she had been holding back out. Unwanted memories washed over her, taking her back.

Her father lay on the hospital bed, his skin holding no colour, almost blending in with the white covers of the bed. His brown hair was gone, his green eyes held only unhappiness as he looked at Nora, trying to appear happy for his daughter. Nora knew that this was it. He had been sick for months, dying for weeks, his breathing was shallow and his heart beat was slowing. She squeezed his hand three times, letting him know that she loved him. He weakly squeezed back, before coughing loudly, letting go of Nora’s hand to cover his mouth.