NOAH
I'll follow you down, through the eye of the storm
Noah was putting the pieces together of how broken this woman truly was as she cried before him. She grasped for the shadows of her old life, of her marriage. She grasped for what she knew, for anything to help her in this confrontation. She offered him more sex and for their house to be nicer. It only made him clench his jaw in frustration. She seemed to know that was not the right answer, though, as she moved on quickly. The anger he would have felt before started to bubble and well in his gut as she moved desperately for the quick, right answer. Was she serious? Noah's hands slowly clenched into fists, but he released them. He actively moved against the anger. He sat in his chair beside the fire.
"I'm not going to give you rules. I'm not your master." He hissed the word master. It left a horrid taste in his mouth. "If that's what you're looking for, if that's what you need....then I can't be the person to give it to you." He sighed, heavily, the weight of his words falling like a judge's gavel against his own heart. "I won't control you." He rested his head in his hands, elbows propped on his knees. He ran his fingers halfway through his hair, the tears finally breaking through the dam of his eyelashes. He tried to blink them away, but some hit the dusty floor beneath him.
