Yes, Misha was more then right… it is time I do the Noa fic that I promised I would do. Roze and Noa seem a lot alike. In fact, it's been mentioned that Noa is Roze's alter side on Germany; but that's off the topic. I don't actually know if Noa has a father, so I just played around with the idea as I wished. I mean, if she was born, at one point she must have had a father, no? Sorry about how short this is. Its all blahish. Please review
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It was something to smile, and another thing to smile with false ambitions.
Noah knew well enough of the horrors parallel dimensions held. Her father had told her stories at night, stories of paradise, and that idea alone sufficed at the time, formed new understandings, and made up a reality of her own to veil the truth she pushed away.
But now she was older. Adolescence had rewarded her with the dance, and she would do so through bare streets with the rain slicking her onyx hair, eyes gaping with laughter, and with the world to herself she moved freely.
Noah had not known Edward for long, but she knew one thing; he could bring her to paradise.
Someplace to call home. Someplace to move freely as she wished.
And suddenly she was not alone. There was a ray of hope that would break through the heaven's spite, and like that, she had a plan for her future.
So she thought.
And sometimes things don't turn out the way you wish that they would.
Death was real. So real that it scared her, yet she related with the feelings it offered and found comfort in its bitterness.
It was just misunderstood.
And she just wanted to live life. All of it.
To the last drop of its knowledge and security.