Lost but found

He followed her. His steps hasted after the flit of jet black -- raven black -- hair at every corner's turn. He trotted after her. He blinked, he shook his head. Yet, try as he might, he couldn't shake the haunting presence of his dear friend from behind his eyes. Her laughter echoed in the depths of his mind, a bittersweet melody that stirred emotions he had long kept locked away.

Weaver's absence weighed heavy on Noah's heart, a constant reminder of the fragility of life in the unforgiving frozen city. Her vibrant spirit, once a beacon of hope in the darkness, now lingered as a ghostly presence, refusing to be silenced. With it, her brothers. Ones he held so dear. Korbin, the one he tried to save when he couldn't save the rest. Korbin, the one he named his son after...

Try as he might to focus on the tasks at hand, Weaver's presence lingered, a persistent ache that refused to be ignored. Weaver was gone, yet her essence remained, somehow in this little girl. He turned a corner and there was an image he never wanted to see.

"Hey!" Noah boomed, his voice a dangerous culmination of protective, fatherly instinct. He barked it again, stepping towards the kids that held Weaver the little girl and he growled, "Let her go."

no one ever tells you that forever feels like home

sitting all alone inside your head