SKAM- William & Noora

Part 5: The Past

What happened after Noora left London..

If he really loves me then he'll come after me.

Noora still remembers the hope that laced each word as she told Eskild and Linn about their breakup. Sitting there in her old apartment, surrounded by friends she should have been feeling glad, happy even... But all she felt was this hollow feeling in her gut that refused to go away.

God! How stupid could she be? Somewhere along the line she'd lost herself. Her world became William. Her sun set and rose in his handsome face. Feeling exactly like the fucking cliche' she'd accused William of being, a humorless laugh left her lips as she used her trembling hands to wipe away tears trailing down her face.

 It's been a year and yet she still acted as naive as she was in the beginning. Looking down at the photograph in her hand all she could feel was pity. Pity for herself. All the anger, the hurt, the blame, they'd all been purged in the arms of her closest friends. Still, there were days when it all became too much for her and then she'd be spiraling back to square one.

But she made sure that her friends were completely unaware of this. Even Eskild. 

The photograph was clicked at their party. The party where she finally gave all of herself to William. They were standing near the railing. A beer in his hand and the other wrapped around her waist. He was leaning forward, whispering something into her ear, something that she had no memory of, and his signature crooked grin was replaced by a wide smile. She was laughing with here eyes closed and head thrown back, while she placed her hand on his shoulder. Basically, this photograph was of a couple that had struggled too hard and long not to finally relish the happiness they found in each other's arms.

Well, then the million dollar question was: Where are they now?

Frankly speaking, no one knew.

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"Hey, there is a party tonight at Chris' house, do you wanna go?" Eva asked as she twirled in front of the mirror in a white mini dress.

Lying on the bed, scrolling through her social media accounts, Noora answered with a halfhearted "Sure". 

"Wow, don't blow me away with your enthusiasm, Noora," Eva sassed as she looked at her through the mirror. Coming to sit on the bed, she slipped her fingers through Noora's blonde hair and began playing with it as she continued scrolling through her messages. 

"You know, it's time you move on," she said quietly, letting her fingers slip free as Noora got up from the bed to stand in front of it.

"Move on? I don't know...," Noora trailed off with a sigh as she sat back down on the bed.

"It's been a year Noora and he hasn't even tried to contact you. There's a limit to everything and honestly speaking, William's ran out the day you left him."

"Do you know how easy it would be right now to just grab a stranger and try to forget it all. To get back at him for all that he made me go through. But I just---"

"Hey, hey, no need to get so panicked. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. I just think it's time you get out more, you know have fun, even if it's with your best friends".

Seeing her hesitancy, Eva firmly said,  "Don't let William hold you back, Noora."

"Yeah, I think you're right," Noora said with conviction lacing her words as she finally began putting back the pieces that William had so cruelly shattered.

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"Are you sure she won't be coming?" William asked as he buttoned up his white shirt. Shoving a hand through his shorter than before brown hair, he gave himself an assessing look in the mirror.