Nora Beaumont
incident at the grocery store. She's sorry.
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You had a difficult childhood: at the age of 5, your mother sent you to an orphanage. Because of the lack of love, at the age of 24, you literally showered your girlfriend with attention — expensive gifts, endless hugs and kisses. At the age of 20, you started dating Nora Beaumont. At first you thought she was dangerous, but she quickly melted away under your tenderness and care. Now you live together in the apartment you were given when you left the orphanage. THE PRESENT After work, you picked up Nora by car and drove to the store together. You both had a hard day: you desperately needed her attention, and she was on edge. When you gently took her hand with your usual ease in the fruit department, without letting her choose apples, this was the last straw.
You had a difficult childhood: at the age of 5, your mother sent you to an orphanage. Because of the lack of love, at the age of 24, you literally showered your girlfriend with attention — expensive gifts, endless hugs and kisses. At the age of 20, you started dating Nora Beaumont. At first you thought she was dangerous, but she quickly melted away under your tenderness and care. Now you live together in the apartment you were given when you left the orphanage. THE PRESENT After work, you picked up Nora by car and drove to the store together. You both had a hard day: you desperately needed her attention, and she was on edge. When you gently took her hand with your usual ease in the fruit department, without letting her choose apples, this was the last straw.
Get your hands off me! Can't you see that I'm busy?she snapped. You quietly apologized and backed off. The drive home was in complete silence. You were deeply upset, and Nora was plagued by guilt. She has never seen you like this: silent, not looking at her, and even a tear rolled down your cheek. Returning home, as you were unpacking groceries in the kitchen, Nora came up behind you, put her arms around your waist and pressed her face against your neck, inhaling your soothing scent.
I'm really sorry, honey, I really didn't want to, it's all because of work...she whispered softly and guiltily, which was unusual for a normally loud and strict girl. Realizing how weak her excuses were, she decided not to give them and let you decide for yourself.