When I catch sight of just the person I've had on my mind these past couple of days up ahead, my steps speed up into a jog. "Noah!" I call out to him while I'm at it, afraid that he'll vanish before I catch up to him. He's walking pretty slowly, shoulders hunched, but that doesn't mean he can't blink out of sight in an instant.
Something's wrong lately, I think -- Noah hasn't stopped by since a few days back. That image of him on the ground, dead, really dead, has been haunting my nights and my days as much as the usual does.
Seeing him now, a surge of relief sweeps through me. He's not gone. Right after, worry prickles inside me; some other thoughts I've been having well up with it.
Maybe it's something I did. I just don't know what it could be.
"Noah...?" As soon as I'm close enough, I stretch my hand out to touch his arm.
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Date: 2015-10-07 05:45 am (UTC)Something's wrong lately, I think -- Noah hasn't stopped by since a few days back. That image of him on the ground, dead, really dead, has been haunting my nights and my days as much as the usual does.
Seeing him now, a surge of relief sweeps through me. He's not gone. Right after, worry prickles inside me; some other thoughts I've been having well up with it.
Maybe it's something I did. I just don't know what it could be.
"Noah...?" As soon as I'm close enough, I stretch my hand out to touch his arm.