𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑...

noah❣️

noah❣️
arabella please i wasn't
thinking right that night

noah❣️
can you please respond

noah❣️
i didn't mean anything i
said

noah❣️
i want to try again

arabella❤️
we can talk about this on the
phone but i don't think it's a
good idea to meet in person

noah❣️ is calling

.❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍, 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀

—𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲

Arabella's reluctantly answered the incoming call from Noah. It had only been a week since he had abruptly 'ended' their relationship.

In the days following Noah's departure, Arabella found herself with a surprising amount of free time. At first, she felt uneasy without him, but as the days passed, she began to realize that there was a certain freedom in being alone. She spent her time reflecting on their relationship, trying to make sense of what had happened and how she felt about it. But without Noah, she felt somewhat... free.

But in that week, Arabella had made her decision.

There was ruffling on the other side of the call before a voice spoke up, "Belle, hey," Noah said. "You finally decided to speak to me."

"Hey," Arabella greeted, her voice soft but laced with a hint of attitude that made it clear she was still hurt. She wasn't ready to let him off the hook so easily. Her fingers clenched around the phone as she braced herself for the conversation.

"How have you been?" Noah asked, his attempt at casual small talk falling flat.

"Great."

Noah huffed in frustration on the other end of the phone. "I feel like you aren't giving me enough energy here," he said, his tone pleading. "I'm really trying to make it work."

Arabella couldn't help but roll her eyes at Noah's words. He didn't seem to be trying to make it work the day he walked away from her on the beach.

"Okay," Arabella deadpanned, her tone flat. "What were you going to say to me?"

There was a brief, tense silence, broken only by Noah's hesitant voice. "I—uh..." he began, faltering.

Even though Noah couldn't see her, Arabella suppressed an eye roll. Only Noah would call his ex, trying to win her back, and not know what to say.

When Noah finally decided to speak more clearly, Arabella's jaw dropped at his words. "We haven't talked in a while, are we good?" he asked. Arabella couldn't believe what she was hearing. After everything that had happened, he was asking if they were "good"?

Arabella couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. "Are we good?" she mimicked his words, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Noah, you got mad at me because I 'flirted' with Drew. When I clearly didn't because I was telling him that we were in the middle of something. Then when you got mad at me, you left me in the parking lot. Lola was shivering so much from the rain and we couldn't go inside any of the stores since they were all closed! So please tell me, do you think we're good?"

Arabella could hear Noah mumble a "Jesus Christ" under his breath, but she was too blinded by anger to comment on it. Her hands clenched into fists as she waited for his response, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Belle, that's what we do. We argue, then we make up. Why are you acting like this is new?" Noah argued back, his voice tinged with frustration. He sounded surprised, as if he couldn't understand why Arabella was reacting this way.

"Well, maybe that's not what I want to do anymore," Arabella quietly explained, her tone a stark contrast to her earlier frustration.

"What do you mean?" Noah muttered, and even though they were on the phone, Arabella could practically see the way his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Arabella took a deep breath, steeling herself before she began to pour out everything that had been building up inside her over the past week. She wanted to let it all out, to make him understand, but at the same time, she didn't want to hurt Noah.

"Noah, over the past week I realized that right now... right now, I can't be in a relationship. In the past week where we went no contact, I realized that being in a relationship where I don't feel content in is draining."

Arabella gulped as she finished her outpour, her words sinking in. She could hear Noah's soft breaths on the other side of the call, and she knew this wasn't going to end well.

Then, Noah suddenly started laughing—not a genuine laugh, but a laugh that seemed to say, "I knew it." Arabella stood in silence as he continued to laugh, her heart beating fast in her chest.

He stopped laughing, then spoke, "It's him, isn't it?"

Arabella immediately knew who he was talking about. The fact that he didn't even say Drew's name, and yet she already knew, made her feel queasy, as if she had been caught red-handed. Her heart raced as she struggled to find the right words to respond.

Arabella braced herself before she started, her voice firm. "No, Noah. It's not about him, it's about us," she began, "We don't work out. We're either fighting or annoyed with each other. We don't have anything in common. It's clear to everyone that we aren't happy together. And I'm pretty sure we kissed like 3 times in the span of our 2-month relationship."

As Arabella finished speaking, she felt as if a physical weight had been lifted off her shoulders. It was as if a tight band around her chest had loosened, and she could finally breathe in a way she hadn't been able to for the past two months. She felt a sense of freedom she hadn't realized she was craving.

"You did the same shit in high school, and you're doing the same thing right now," Noah began, his voice laced with anger and frustration. "It's clear to everyone you haven't changed," he continued, his tone accusing. There was a brief pause before he spoke again, his voice quieter but no less intense. "Have fun with him."

"Noah, it's not like that," Arabella interjected, her voice pleading. "I'm also leaving Charleston in two weeks—" She was cut off by Noah's sharp intake of breath, the sound loud and startling in the tense silence between them.

Noah laughed bitterly on the other side of the phone, "you know damn well it's like that. You've always been like this, a whore—"

He couldn't get another word in because Arabella quickly pressed the end call button. The line went silent, the abruptness of her action echoing in the empty space she was in. Without hesitation, she went to his contact and blocked him. There was just no way she was going to let someone disrespect her on her own personal device.

"Finally."

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shes a single lady

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