First Day Without You

Noelle called Blake, but no amount of love was left the moment she dialed the number.

She was just calling to pick up her things, and nothing more.

Noelle headed on and waited for the call to be picked up. Leaning against the window of her new car, she tapped in on the roof, and looked at the distance. The convenience store has awfully just had a handful of customers in this early in the morning.

But Noelle couldn't care less on swigging some alcohol down her throat. No boyfriend, no rules. A hook-up with Cole isn't still an official. It's just that they're using each other's body out of work, out of pleasure, out of the cameras that is capturing every thrust they had.

While Noelle was still bringing the call in the limelight, Blake answered after 5 minutes.

"Hello, Noelle." Blake's flat tone indicated how much he lost interest on talking to her, which is a very good thing because… they aren't together anymore. Noelle tilted her head slightly higher, and wondered how much longer would it take for her patience to run out.

"I'm coming to the house to sweep off everything I have there. Don't come there, alright?"

Noelle just had to remind themselves that this is just a normal phone call of two persons cohabitating each other and had to take out a lot of things in order to forget each other. Blake didn't respond for a minute, but Noelle needed his yes.

"Are you permitting me?" Noelle asked.

"I'm afraid I only have the keys. The night at the motel… you left yours," Blake pointed out.

Noelle immediately retrieved her keys inside the purse, and checked it. Oh God, yeah, he's right, she left it. Noelle tried to get away from this as soon as possible, but it's like the fate is bringing her back to Blake. And she hated it.

"I'll be there at the house by 3pm sharp. You can get everything you want, even the half of it."

Half of it? Noelle didn't even have the time to ask what half is he talking about. He hung up quickly and Noelle was left dumbfounded. What the heck is Blake doing? The hell is his brain rotting at the worst possible way.

Noelle doesn't have a choice but to drive down in frustration. After all this time, she never knew she'd get tired of Blake. She always sees Blake as her precious thing, but now… it feels like a trash.

It feels like an object that brought me happiness, but now that it isn't, it became a menacingly looking thing.

Reaching the curb of their house, Noelle pulled over. She obtained the keys and climbed out. Just in time for him to reach their rendezvous. Funny thing that the house they warmth and lived in for a long period of time will soon witness their separation.

Noelle checked the time. 2:58 p.m., and the heat is glaring.

Right after a minute, Noelle heard a car. Looking at the side, it's Blake's.

He parked parallel to my new car. Before climbing out, he obtained a piece of folder, and didn't even wave at her. Noelle remained standing there and waited for him to approach. Blake sneaked in one hand on the pockets of his peach slacks and looked at Noelle in an either a very emotionless and stoned way.

Blake stretched out his hand, saying, "This is the lease I sold. The moment we broke up, I sold it already. I know you're not coming back, and you're tired and all of this sh*t. I can't make up for it, so I decided for myself."

Noelle didn't look pissed. She received the folder and didn't even bother to look at it.

"Just make sure to send it on my bank account. I mean, the share."

After that, Blake gave the keys, and Noelle headed straight inside. She didn't bother putting the file on one of the tables and bolt towards the bedroom. Blake headed inside and removed his coat.

Once, this house was filled with happy laughter. No one in this house was grumpy, or close to ill-mannered ones. Noelle and Blake like making out in every corner, christening kitchen counters, tables, couches, and even bathroom.

But now, she's leaving, and she's the first one who would do it.

Blake peeked in towards the bedroom, and she had taken her luggage open at the bed. Retrieving every clothes hanging at their closet, she piled it up at the side, and started packing them neatly. Blake just stood there in the door, watching her packing up, and certainly, will going to watch her leave, too.

Noelle didn't want to talk to him or even say a word. She just folded the clothes messily, and didn't even care if it will get any creases or whatnot. Noelle was thinking of crashing in for a few weeks at Cole, but that would be inappropriate. Unless… the CEO permitted her to do so.

Blake stated, "I never know this day would come."

Noelle didn't even pause with his remark. She just carried on, and doesn't even care of what the hell he could feel. She's leaving… and no words can bend her decisions. Noelle remained grim.

"I'm walking on a thin ice now but I still want to risk it, Noelle. I want to say to you that I am sorry, that I know what I am doing and that the choice I did was wrong. I had a lot of things to say to you…"

Noelle croaked out a response, "I don't need them. Just keep it to yourself. Why do you have to explain anyway? To get a compensation for my feelings?"

She glanced at him a little. Noelle headed on zipping the luggage close.

"Don't ever try to explain to me about you cheating. I would never buy it, Blake. Tell it to another girl who is trying to win you over, and that's it. Don't ever contact me about your nonsense, and if you ever regretted it, bury it to the ground."

Rolling down the luggage towards the door, she pushed Blake away. Blake nearly fell off to the floor, but he didn't, and remained composed. Sweeping a sweat away from his forehead, he asked in a raised voice, "Where are you going?! Where are you sleeping this night?!"

Noelle had a big pouch to retrieve her things at the living room. Almost half of the things at the coffee table were hers. She didn't leave a trace of herself unless it's her fingermarks.

Noelle answered shortly, "I'm with Cole now. You can enjoy your time with Monica, in that hole of a dirty slut and whore. Enjoy Blake… while her sweetness lasts."

She smirked jokingly and started to walk out of the house.

Blake still followed her. With the sound of his footsteps, Noelle remembered something.

She turned in her heel, wore off something from her ring finger, and approached Blake nicely. Noelle showed the engagement ring, the one Blake brought months ago.

"You had plans to marry Monica, right? Do it with this ring."

She reached out to his hand and gave the ring. Noelle even closed his fist around it.

Noelle walked out. She carried her luggage to the back side of her new car while Blake was gripping the ring. Noelle was fast on hitching the clutch and pressing on the brakes that she was gone after a minute or so.

Blake looked at the ring. He fought his hand too hard to throw it at the nearest grass.

"Damn it."