MANDAG. 22:05.

Noora emerged from the bathroom with wet hair and a bloated face. This had been a long day. No tears were shed today, but still, it was a hard day. Plus, she had to come home from work to a very messy house. Since she got back from the short vacation yesterday, she hadn't had time to clean up yet.

Just when she was ready to wash some piling up dishes in her kitchen sink, the bell rang. She looked at the clock. It must be Eva. She liked to come here at nights when she was too drunk to come home.

Noora walked to the front door without bothering to change into clothes at all. She was only wearing a towel.

"You're lucky I'm already home, Eva. What if I'm not--" Noora's sentence stopped the moment she saw the person who was standing in front of her now opened apartment door. She was frozen immediately. Her mouth was half open and her eyes weren't blinking. Her heart stopped.

"I thought you live in my old apartment." the person said. "Our old apartment."

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22:15.

It had been the longest ten minutes that had ever occurred in Noora's life. She just stood there like a statue, in the middle of her living room. Meanwhile, that person was now sitting in front of her.

"Aren't you cold?"

Noora looked down and realized she was only still wearing a towel. She gripped her own body, suddenly felt the cold. And embarrassed.

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22:25.

Noora came out of her room, already full clothed in a blue sweater and short pants. She took a quick glance at the living room when she walked to the kitchen. She could see that person was still sitting there with his head held down.

"Do you want something to drink?" Noora asked. Couldn't believe that was all she asked when she finally met this person.

That person was still sitting in silence. Either he didn't hear Noora or that he ignored her in purpose. Somehow this made Noora nervous.

"William," gee, finally she called him. Again, couldn't believe that her tongue was still so fluent in calling that name.

William held his head up. He looked at Noora in silence. This made Noora nervous. She moved her lips a lot as per her habit.

"I suppose you only have tea?" he asked.

Noora chuckled a little. "I do have other things though."

"Nei. Tea is fine."

Noora smiled and started getting busy brewing some tea. Meanwhile, William was still sitting on the couch. His eyes were wandering around Noora's apartment. Trying to find some sign he was looking for. A sign whether she still loved him or not. Or a sign whether she had moved on with somebody new. He couldn't find either.

So he decided to get up and go to the kitchen. He watched her move here and there. She still looked so lovely to him. Nothing changed. Not her look, not her voice, and especially not the way she made him feel.

"You drink coffee now?" William asked, seeing a used coffee mug in the sink.

"Huh?" Noora turned to him.

"Do you like coffee now?"

"Nei."

"Oh."

Her eyebrows flinched in confusion. Then she saw William was staring at the sink. She noticed the used coffee mug. She bit her lips.

"Nei. It wasn't me."

William didn't say anything. Just nodded. Didn't want to ask further.

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22:40.

Fifteen minutes passed. But no one said a word. They were just sitting side by side on the sofa, hoping the tea they were having wouldn't run out anytime soon, so that they'd still have reason to sit in total silence like this.

"I missed your tea." William suddenly spoke.

Noora scoffed. "How can you miss tea when you're living in London?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"English people drink tea every day, don't they?"

William still didn't get it.

"You live in London, English people drink tea a lot and you meet them every day, so you must've had tea every day, right? So why would you miss tea?"

"First of all, I said I missed your tea. Second of all, I only drink tea when I'm with you." William scoffed. "Like you don't know that before,"

Noora was stunned. Didn't think he'd say that. Didn't think his habit with her wouldn't change. She looked at William. How could he say that so nonchalantly?

"I thought you live in our old apartment."

"You mean your apartment?" Noora scoffed again.

"You know it's yours too, Noora."

"Ja, well, just because I once lived in there, doesn't mean it is mine, alright?"

"Of course it is. Don't you remember that we--"

"Yes, I do!" Noora cut him off. "I do remember that we purchased that apartment together, I do remember that we happily lived in there together, I do remember everything we did together, William. For God's sake, you don't have to remind me!"

This time, William was stunned. Didn't expect Noora would suddenly explode like this.

"Then why don't you live there?"

Noora scoffed. Couldn't believe what she heard.

"What do you expect, William?!" Noora confronted him. "That I'd come back from London with a broken heart, then go back to our old apartment? Let me remind you, that it was you who broke my heart and made me come back here!"

"I never asked you to leave,"

"Well, you didn't have to. Luckily I still had some courage in my life to walk away."

"You call that courage?" William confronted her back. "You left me, the man who loves you, and you call that courage?"

"You left me long before I left you."

"What?"

"You asked me to come with you to London. And I did." Noora's voice shaken. She sounded angry and hurt at the same time. Tears were already filling up her green eyes. "Yes you never left me in London. But you left me in vain, William."

William didn't say anything. He knew Noora was right. They were always together in London, but William was never 'there' for her. He spent most of his time working, pursuing his career, seeking for her father's approval that he forgot it was Noora who was always there with him every step of the way.

"Look, Noora," William spoke. Trying to be as calm as possible. "I know that we left things hanging, but can we just not talk about it now?"

Noora scoffed. Again, for the millionth time since William came here tonight. She rolled her eyes. Couldn't believe that after all this time, and when he finally came here, he didn't want to talk about their problems?

"William," she called her. "If you came here just for a cup of tea, then you better go back to fucking London."

William held his head to look up to her.

"You need to leave, William."

"Noora, please,"

"Leave. Now."

Noora couldn't remember anything more that night, other than William walked away from her apartment, and she collapsed on the floor and broke down into tears right after the door was closed.

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