Nora flicked off the TV and walked over to the mini bra, pulling out the first thing she
could find. She screwed off the top of the vodka bottle, and tried to down it, but couldn't.
She lay back on her bed and allowed a tear to drip down her cheek.
Matthew walked in, and froze on the spot when he saw Nora laying on the bed crying with an
half empty vodka bottle in one hand. 'What's going on?' he exclaimed, pulling the bottle out
of her hands as she looked at him, 'What's this? You drunk this?'. Nora looked up at him,
'Where's Toby?' she asked, concerned about their two year old son. Matthew narrowed his eyes
and sat down next to her on the bed, 'He's at Debra and Steve's - he gets on really well with
Debra's nephew. But you didn't answer my question. Did you drink all of this?'.
Nora sat up, and briskly wiped a tear from her cheek, 'Yes. I drunk it all. I'm upset. OK?'.
Matthew eyes widened, 'Woah. What's wrong? Is it...is it the operation? Are you hurting?'. He
thought of her breast enlargement operation she'd had two days ago, and winced at the flashback
of her arguing with the storywriters - she was too babyfaced to be attractive, apparently.
'Yeah. It's about the fucking operation!' she said, throwing a pillow to the other side of the
room, 'Look at me! I look like a slut!'.
She lay back down on the bed as Matthew lay next to her, and held her hand. He looked her in the
eyes.
'Don't say that, Nora.' he warned, 'You don't look like a slut. You're still you. You're still
beautiful.'.
Still Beautiful. The words echoed round her head as she smiled. He really was the 'one'.
Still Beautiful.
could find. She screwed off the top of the vodka bottle, and tried to down it, but couldn't.
She lay back on her bed and allowed a tear to drip down her cheek.
Matthew walked in, and froze on the spot when he saw Nora laying on the bed crying with an
half empty vodka bottle in one hand. 'What's going on?' he exclaimed, pulling the bottle out
of her hands as she looked at him, 'What's this? You drunk this?'. Nora looked up at him,
'Where's Toby?' she asked, concerned about their two year old son. Matthew narrowed his eyes
and sat down next to her on the bed, 'He's at Debra and Steve's - he gets on really well with
Debra's nephew. But you didn't answer my question. Did you drink all of this?'.
Nora sat up, and briskly wiped a tear from her cheek, 'Yes. I drunk it all. I'm upset. OK?'.
Matthew eyes widened, 'Woah. What's wrong? Is it...is it the operation? Are you hurting?'. He
thought of her breast enlargement operation she'd had two days ago, and winced at the flashback
of her arguing with the storywriters - she was too babyfaced to be attractive, apparently.
'Yeah. It's about the fucking operation!' she said, throwing a pillow to the other side of the
room, 'Look at me! I look like a slut!'.
She lay back down on the bed as Matthew lay next to her, and held her hand. He looked her in the
eyes.
'Don't say that, Nora.' he warned, 'You don't look like a slut. You're still you. You're still
beautiful.'.
Still Beautiful. The words echoed round her head as she smiled. He really was the 'one'.
Still Beautiful.