Noah
the truth is what remains
the truth is what you save from the fire
Noah watched her brush the snow from her jacket, the edges of his mouth twitching slightly. “Could’ve been bad,” he said, voice low but dry, “they don’t chew much.”the truth is what you save from the fire
Then came the offer—tea and scones. His brow lifted, but he accepted the offer with a firm nod. ”Oh, yeah. Noah Olson.” She rummaged through her bag and pulled them free, holding them out like it was the most natural thing in the world. Noah half-wondered if it was what drew the ursur to her. But he accepted both with chilled hands, cradling the warmth of the thermos like it mattered. “Appreciate it. Been a while since anyone offered me something without needing a favor in return. “Come on. Let’s get you home.”
Noah walked in step with Elizabeth, eyes sweeping the tundra with practiced calm. The wind bit hard, but he moved steady, a quiet shape against the white. Every so often, he interjected with his own thoughts or answers to her questions, but he let her voice fill the space between them for the most part. Her words softened the cold. He gave the occasional nod or low hum in response, too, as he focused more on the horizon and munched at the scones she had given.
FIN
you fight for what you love, don't matter if it hurts
you find out what it's worth and you let the rest burn
you find out what it's worth and you let the rest burn
