Nightmares on a Snowy Lane

NOAH

I wait and tell myself "life ain't chess,"

Noah listened carefully as she spoke. He tried to take in all of the words she said as best he could, which took much more concentration that normal due to his inebriated state. His own anguish from losing Weaver and the recent events started to dwindle down as she spoke, and a new rage bubbled in his gut. While these men were no longer in Delphine's life, Noah still wanted to hunt them down and kill them -- even if one was already dead, and the other most likely was. He held her tight against his chest, lowering his head to rest his cheek on top of her head. He did not want to let her go.

As she spoke of her husband -- Bellamy -- and the way he sought her and picked her and controlled her when she was barely old enough to make her own decisions burned the rage to an overflowing volcano within him. He could feel his blood pressure rise and his temperature increase. "I'm sorry?" The rage at Bellamy and her brother and his own curse now intermingled. He just wanted to give condolences, to share with her his heart, and he couldn't.

"That's not real love?!" His voice was hard, but he kissed the top of her head again in a way that she would know the anger was not given to her. "Do you think I am controlling?" He asked, this time a genuine question. He had, after all, given her strict commands about getting clean and what she needed to do to live here. He told her what to do a lot, but he had always thought it was things that needed to be said to protect her. He start second guessing it all, and in his drunken state, he was starting to feel horrible. How did Delphine truly feel about him?

But no one comes in and yes, you're alone...