Nettle's wide eyes watched out of the taxi's window into the pouring rain of the city around her. She looked to her left, her bags laid on the backseat next to her. She was missing someone, a special someone she couldn't help but become attached to. Why she was, she didn't know.

She hadn't heard from Bora since the boutique store. Bora cancelled on the drinks later that night after storming from the front doors.

How did the walls shake and take down the metal racks? Nettle was confused about the whole ordeal and why Bora stood up to the redneck guy with the skimpy black dress.

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Bora pulled her cropped black hair behind her ears and into a ponytail. The mirror was smudged and fogged her reflection. Did I make the wrong decision? Is staying beh...

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