Whenever Nora had time off, she always hoped she and Aaron could go somewhere fun.
But every single time, Aaron either couldn't adjust his schedule or had already made plans with other people.
Nora should have woken up to the truth a long time ago.
But it had been seven years. How many seven-year stretches did a person get in their lifetime?
Nathan's arrival was like a glass of ice-cold peppermint soda, violently jolting her out of her stupor.
Taking a deep breath, she leaned over and splashed cold water on her face.
A smile touched Nora's lips as she grabbed a paper towel to dry her hands.
The past seven years were like a jagged thorn. Even though she had ruthlessly ripped it out, it still left a gaping, bleeding wound that refused to close.
It was Nathan who was completely healing that wound.
"Congratulations,"
Nora whispered to her reflection with a smile. "You are incredibly lucky."
The boy who had caught her eye all those years ago...
Had reappeared by her side after so much time, and now they were getting married.
Nora pulled her gaze away, turned, and walked out of the restroom.
Seeing the haggard man leaning against the wall a few feet away, Nora faltered for a second.
But then she kept her eyes locked straight ahead, ready to walk right past him.
"Nora."
The man spoke, his voice hoarse and laced with agony.
"Do you really hate the sight of me that much?"
Nora stopped walking, but she didn't look back.
"Aaron, I don't think we have anything left to say to each other."
Aaron's usually straight posture sagged.
With bloodshot eyes, he stared at her. "I heard all the cheering out there... Is it true?"

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