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Accidents Happen

Author: Dawn Spark
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-16 00:51:16

Nora's POV

“I will be back soon.” He said as he stood in my room that fateful day, impulsively pulling me in for an embrace.

I was no longer shocked by his impulsive action. He acted strangely whenever he was going on trips; as if he was afraid that something was going to happen to me.

I doubted that anything was going to happen to me as I was always indoors. I was safe from Sasha and Mark.

I chose to think that he knew he would miss me greatly and didn't want to be apart from me.

“Go,” I said fondly though pretending to be exasperated by his unnecessary clinginess when he was traveling.

“What do you want me to buy for you this time?” He asked. “Please don't say nothing.”

I chuckled. “Get me anything.”

He groaned. “I was expecting something specific but I will take that as a response. It's better than getting nothing.”

“Bye,”

He waved and left, not before handing me over to Jane as he always did. I couldn't help not rolling my eyes anytime he did that. As if I was a child that couldn
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