killshot | simon riley ✓

• Chapter 32 •

„Rora, you need to calm down!" Leilani pleaded as she watched her friend pace around the flat with an anxious expression permanently etched on her face.

Rora has been like this for days since she received that message from her friend. Or this is what Leilani could gather since she was in so much panic she could barely talk about things. And Rora was in the middle of her fourth mental breakdown that day, currently panicking because she couldn't find that one top she was looking for.

Leilani would've thought this was hilarious, watching her freak out about a male (because since she has known Rora Wells, she never saw her talk with a man other than telling him to fuck off). But this had to be a special man for her to care about such things like vacuuming their living room. Rora hated cleaning, especially vacuuming.

So everything was off.

„I think I'm having a heart attack, Lei," Rora fanned her face with her hands, taking another lap around the kitchen. Leilani frowned upon seeing her utter distress, reaching over the counter and placing a hand on her shoulder to finally stop her.

„Breath," Lei reminded her, taking in a deep breath and urging her to do the same. Rora breathed in, then exhaled through her nose to calm herself down. „No need to freak out so bad. You look amazing, the flat is immaculate, and everything is going to be okay. Why are you so stressed?"

She was right, the flat was probably the cleanest since they moved in here. Rora just undid her overnight braids, her dark brown hair falling over her back like a chocolate waterfall. She even put on minimalistic makeup, concealing the aftermaths of her fucked up sleep schedule.

„I don't know," Rora sighed as she plopped herself on the closest bar stool. She dragged a hand over her face, feeling like she was losing her mind. „What if he won't even come?"

„Oh, dear," Leilani took her hand in hers and gave it a light squeeze. „He will. You said he never breaks his promises, no?"

Rora nodded. He was always like that, taking no shit, giving no fucks and only doing his own business. She respected that, she really did. But right now, she wanted nothing more but to have the ground swallow her whole. She was afraid, because what if he wouldn't show up at all? But Rora was terrified that he would really show up because she had no idea how to act around him. It was over a year since she saw him.

„I'm sure-"

The doorbell broke through the air like thunder, Rora's eyes widening in shock as she stared back at Leilani.

„Oh, hell nah, bro," Rora jumped from her seat, anxiously biting the nails on her hand as she stared at the door. „Go and tell him off!"

„What the hell am I supposed to say?" Leilani threw her hands in the air, whisper-shouting toward her friend. She didn't want to get mixed in the things between them, she should've left ten minutes ago.

„I dunno, that it's the wrong door, wrong New York, or the aliens took me... I don't fucking know, be creative!"

„Nuh-uh!" Lei caught her arm, stopping Rora from running off to her room. She took her face in her hands, forcing her to look into her eyes. Her icy blue eyes were wide with fear, while Leilani's dark ones radiated warm and calmness, just like her entire being. „Open the door, greet him, give him something to drink. Everything's going to be alright, love."

„Yeah, right," Rora nodded her head, letting out an anxious sigh. Lei flashed her a warm encouraging smile before she let go of her friend, pushing Rora towards the front door. „I can do this."

She ripped the door open like pulling off a band-aid, thinking it was probably better to just get it over with. She knew she would just back down if she wouldn't do it fast, but this way she didn't let her mind process things. And when she came face to face with the man who haunted her dreams like a ghost, she felt her legs weaken under her weight.