There he was lying lifeless on the table. He was dead. Luis was dead. Her eyes were glued to the large window that had given her the chance to watch his last moments of life. The faints sounds of sobs filled her ears, they should have been her own sobs but when she put her slender fingers to her face she found nothing. Her heart wasn't shattered into millions of pieces never to be brought back together, no, she was fine. She kept her icy blue eyes lingering on his dead body. She felt a soft touch to her bare shoulder. She closed her eyes slowly becoming engulfed in the warmth that surrounded her body. The breath gently touched her neck. She opened her eyes, staring toward the dark ceiling. Now the tears started to fall from her gorgeous eyes. But those salty tears that stained her face weren't for her now decreased boyfriend Luis. No they were for him, the boy that came over to console her. The boy that came here to soothe his own girlfriend but found the girl with no tears in her striking blue eyes to be the one that needed the most comforting. She turned her slim body into his arms and masked her face into his chest. Taking in the scent of the old cologne she remembered so well. He buried his face in her blonde hair, taking in its own familiar scent.
"It'll be fine Fancy." His words were soft. She pulled away and looked up into the warm blue eyes that always found a way to haunt her dreams.
"Thank you, Noah. I needed you." Her smile was vivid. Her arms were firm around his warm body, unwilling to let him go. He smiled down at her as he wiggled free from her tight grasp. He turned his back to her and headed back to the short girl with the long brown hair, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, the same gentle kiss that she would receive from him so long ago. And then she felt it, her heart shattered, for him…yet again.