Nora

"Christian, I'm not going to marry you!" I yell behind me. I don't care if he's right behind me, I'm too angry to talk calmly.

"Why?" Christian asks.

Are you kidding me? Why? He dares to ask why I'm rejecting his marriage proposal. That's if you can even call it that.

I stop on the staircase and turn around to glare at him, "What the hell do you mean by why? We're not together anymore. You broke up with me!" He had ended our relationship because he needed space. And I gave it to him.

Now he's here telling me he wants to marry me. He must be crazier...