Getting Along

As the days passed, the tension between Alex and Nora seemed to reach new heights. Nora was spending more and more time with Jane, finding solace in their bond.

One day, as Nora was about to leave the apartment, she was surprised to see a tall, dark-haired man in the hallway. "Oh, hi, I'm looking for Alex," he said, extending his hand. "I'm Thomas. And old friend."

Nora eyed Thomas cautiously. She had never met any of Alex's friends before, and the fact that he had never mentioned this Thomas was a little odd. Still, she shook his hand and introduced herself.

"Nice to meet you, Thomas. Alex isn't home right now, but he should be back later if you'd like to come in and wait?" She gestured to the living room, her voice betraying her wariness.

Thomas smiled warmly. "Thanks, Nora. I appreciate it."

Nora couldn't help but be curious about this new visitor. "So, you and Alex go way back?" she asked, striking up a conversation.

Thomas nodded. "We've known each other since college. I moved away for work a few years ago, but I've been back in town for a couple of months now. I thought I'd surprise him with a visit."

Thomas's visit seemed to change the atmosphere in the apartment, at least for a little while. With a guest present, Nora and Alex were forced to maintain a superficial level of politeness, and the tension was less noticeable.

Thomas's presence also gave Nora a new perspective on Alex. She saw the way he lit up around his friend, joking and laughing in a way she had never seen before. It made her wonder if there was more to Alex than just his anger and control issues.

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As the evening wore on, Nora found herself relaxing a bit more in Thomas's company. The three of them were sharing stories and jokes, and for a moment, it felt almost normal.

When Thomas left for the evening, Nora found herself alone with Alex in the kitchen. He was washing dishes, a towel slung over his shoulder.

"Thanks for being so nice to Thomas," Alex said without turning around.

Nora was a bit taken aback, "You're welcome. I'm glad he came by. It was good to meet one of your friends."

Alex grunted in response, the scrape of his dish rag against the plates filling the silence. He didn't turn around, but Nora could feel his eyes on her, his presence almost palpable.

"Thomas seems like a good friend," Nora ventured. "How long have you known each other?"

There was a pause, then Alex answered gruffly, "Since college. We used to be roommates.

Nora nodded. "Ah, that must've been nice. To have someone you know so well around."

Alex snorted. "I suppose it was. But that was a long time ago. People change." He was still scrubbing away at the plates, the dishwater sloshing noisily in the sink.

Nora swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. "People do change," she said softly. "Sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse."

Alex stopped mid-scrub, his shoulders stiffening. He slowly turned to face her, his expression guarded. "What do you mean by that?" he asked.

Nora straightened her spine, refusing to back down. "I mean that it seems like you've changed since college. You don't strike me as someone who's... comfortable around people."

Alex narrowed his eyes. "And why should I be comfortable around people?"

"Because it makes life easier," Nora said, refusing to look away from Alex's piercing gaze. "And more enjoyable."

Alex stared at her for a long moment, then let out a harsh laugh. "Well, I'm not here to make life easier for anyone, least of all myself."

Nora's brow furrowed. "That sounds like a lonely existence"

Alex's face darkened. "I keep to myself," he growled. "I don't need anyone's approval. Or their company, for that matter."

Nora let out a soft sigh. "Is that why you're so hard on me? Because you think I need your approval?" Alex's jaw clenched, but he didn't answer.

Nora stepped forward, her voice gentle but firm. "Look, I don't know what happened in your past to make you so guarded, but I'm not your enemy. I'm just trying to make a life for myself. And so are you, in your own way."

Alex turned away, but not before Nora caught a glimpse of something in his eyes a flicker of vulnerability, perhaps even a hint of pain.

"It's not as simple as that,"

Alex's hands gripped the edge of the sink, the tension in his shoulders palpable. "Nothing is ever that simple," he muttered, his gaze fixed on the soapy water.

Nora watched him for a moment, her heart aching for the wounded man she knew was hidden beneath his rough exterior. "I think you're right," she said quietly. "But maybe, just maybe, we don't have to do this alone."

Alex's head snapped up, his eyes meeting Nora's. "What do you mean?" he demanded, his voice laced with suspicion.

"I mean that maybe we can find a way to coexist in this apartment without all the fighting and resentment," Nora replied, her voice steady despite the pounding of her heart. "I'm tired of all the hostility, aren't you?"

Alex was silent for a long moment, considering her words.

"You don't know what it's like," Alex said gruffly. "Being alone, having to rely on no one but yourself. It's the only way I know how to survive."

Nora stepped forward, reaching out to place a hand on his arm. "But it doesn't have to be," she whispered. "You don't have to be alone, Alex."

Alex stiffened, his eyes blazing. "Don't," Alex growled, pulling away from Nora's touch. "Don't pretend like you know me. You don't know what I've been through."

Nora's heart sank. "I don't," she admitted. "But I want to. I want to know who you really are, Alex. Not this angry, controlling stranger. I know there's more to you than that."

"Alex's expression softened, just a little. "And what if you don't like what you find?" he asked.

"I'll take that chance," Nora said, her voice stronger than she felt. "Because I think there's more good in you than you realize."

Alex's eyes searched hers, trying to discern if she was being genuine. Finally, he let out a sigh.

"Maybe you're right"

"So, if you're willing to take a chance on me," Alex said, "maybe I can do the same for you. Why don't you ever talk about your family?"

> Nora's smile faltered, her face falling. "My family...my parents..." Nora said, her voice tinged with sadness. "They never approved of my choice to become an artist. They wanted me to follow a more 'practical' path, so I left home to pursue my dreams."

Alex's eyes widened slightly. "They didn't support you?" he asked, surprised.

"No," Nora sighed. "And it hurt.

"They told me I was wasting my time, that I'd never amount to anything if I kept chasing this 'pipe dream.' But I knew they were wrong. So I left home and never looked back. And I've been on my own ever since."

Alex nodded, understanding now. "So that's why you took this apartment" he said.

Nora gave a half-smile. "Yeah."

"Well, I'm wondering why someone like you, a successful CEO, is staying in a small apartment instead of a mansion," Nora said, her curiosity getting the better of her.

Alex smiled at her