Just some NoCo drabble because I'm having some serious writers block. Written in Noah's point of view.
l.o.v.e.
It's so hard sometimes.
The people who need it most are generally who never receive it.
I know this fact (firsthand).
After s i x t e e n y e a r s of sheltering myself from feelings like love, I finally decided to give it a chance.
(Whatwastheworstthatcouldhappen?)
I saw him get off the boat. I saw him hop onto the dock. I heard his name.
I fell in love with him.
A him. Like me.
Everything was so beautiful. We had so much in common; we were friends so quickly. There was only one problem.
He was so s.t.r.a.i.g.h.t.
So I had to leave (beforeitwastoolate).
It didn't matter though. Because I would never forget him.
Never.
So here I am, s i x y e a r s l a t e r, and all I can think about is him.
How I lost him.
How everything is so pointless without him.
How the only way I can get away from him is to get away from e v e r y t h i n g.
Get away from it (f.o.r.e.v.e.r.)
And I really think that was the only thing that didn't stop me from p u l l i n g t h e t r i g g e r.