Nine hours before she decided to die, Nora wandered around Bedford aimlessly.ย ๎ขe town was a conveyor belt of despair.ย ๎ขe pebble-dashed sports centre where her dead dad once watched her swim lengths of the pool, the Mexican restaurant where sheโd taken Dan for fajitas, the hospital where her mum had her treatment.
Dan had texted her yesterday.
Nora, I miss your voice. Can we talk? D x
Sheโd said she wasย stupidly hecticย (big lol). Yet it was impossible to text anything else. Not because she didnโt still feel for him, but because she did. And couldnโt risk hurting him again. Sheโd ruined his life.ย My life is chaos, heโd told her, via drunk texts, shortly a๎er the would-be wedding sheโd pulled out of two days before.
๎ขe universe tended towards chaos and entropy.ย ๎ขat was basic thermodynamics. Maybe it was basic existence too.
You lose your job, then more shit happens.
๎ขe wind whispered through the trees. It began to rain.
She headed towards the shelter of a newsagentโs, with the deep โ and, as it happened,ย correct โย sense that things were about to get worse.
