NOAH
I wait and tell myself "life ain't chess,"
Noah closed his eyes as her hand brushed away his tears and stroked down his cheek. He let out a shuddering breath, and tucked his chin to press his lips to the top of her head. His breath still smelled of whiskey, but he let out a deep, shaky breath anyway. His arms tightened around her a little more as she spoke. Noah was not sorry for crying, he was sorry for being drunk. It felt like too much to try and explain that, so instead he nodded.
With his lips pressed into her hair, he kissed the top of her head. He couldn't remember the last time that someone had offered to help him. Noah was always the one helping other people. His whole life revolved around the service of others. He had thought this whole time that he was the one helping her in her time of uncertainty and despair. The truth was, they needed each other and fate knew that before they knew that. "Will you just stay with me?"
But no one comes in and yes, you're alone...
